Spent the morning bundled up in warming layers, sipping robust coffee while going through picture albums. An endeavor that was both pleasant and chilling (no weather pun intended!). Pleasant for the long stretch of my life where I had a normal body shape. I've certainly never been a size 4 but a healthy size 10 and even not bad at a size 14. Chilling, though, to watch the root beer belly (OK, OK, those insidious rolls of blubber) grow. From the pictures, the root beer belly started growing in my mid-30's.
To make the pounds go away permanently, I need to know the point in my life where food became so important. I'm off on a journey of exploration.
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