“. . . 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.
For most women food is more important than sex. Sex with heavy women is not really that fun, there is a limit. A little overweight is one thing but rolling off a whale post coitus and wondering when you are going to hit the floor is not good.