Mrs p6 and I have been married for 35 years. Could care less about our weight. I want to die with a happy tummy!
“. . . I want to die with a happy tummy!”
Hey! Let’s LIVE with a happy tummy! - It just hit me at 66, as I said - I WANT TO ENJOY MY FOOD AND FORGET IT! . . AND BE MYSELF I might add. I’m NOT a glutton, and have hurt my metabolism trying to be sure and not EMBARRASS my husband . . who, incidentally weighed upwards toward 270 lbs. all those years he sort of “pitchforked” me about it. - I’ll never forget the evening several years ago when he made me sit at a nice restaurant and watch his skinny cousin eat a rich dessert, reminding me that you don’t need that! I’M DONE punishing myself because I’m not in the 3 percent of people who are just naturally “in fashion” right now.