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Originally posted by dtb
For those of us fighting our aging metabolisms to maintain our girlish figures, sugar is our mortal enemy. (Well, mine anyway.)
Even so, I never did put sugar in my coffee (even before I had to be careful what I eat). If I'm at home, I put low-carb milk (with extra calcium for my geriatric bones) in it, but otherwise, I go black.
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I eat like a chick. I'm at that age where a lot of my friends are beginning to "fill out." I won't see them for a while, then I'll see them at some party/wedding and they'll have a fatter face, thicker mid section and they'll sweat more than what appears comfortable/healthy. Freaks me the fuck out. Seems to happen slowly and insidiously, when you're not looking. The only sure fire way around it is to own a lot of suits and pants at one certain size, which makes it economically impossible for you to gain weight. I can't afford to gain weight. I can't replace what I own.
