I had always been thin until 1997. My mother died and I went through a divorce, bitter custody battle and a car wreck. I started drinking beer, not just a few, but tons of beer...and got fat. I was 140 and got up to....well, let's just say I was getting close to 300 pounds. Then I lost down to 205, and now I have "beered" myself back to 225.
I can resist food, but after a few days without beer, I cave in.
But, for my health and vanity, I can't stay this weight. I went through this past hidiously hot summer fat and I won't spend another summer fat.
I am sick, sick, sick of hiking and walking and carrying 80 pounds around...I might as well pack a big sack of feed around everywhere I go.
So here goes...I am really going to do it this time...I miss wearing skinny jeans and my cowboy boots...I can't even pull myself up on a horse at this weight...God help us all win the battle!!!