Beer. That's my problem, "beer."
I am 6', 250 lbs, and reside within walking distance of a micro-brewery.
I mean, it is not a short walk, but a walk nonetheless. A brisk 15-20 minute job, into town, and I think, "you know what would taste good?"
It's all downhill from there...
Would that be Blvd Brewery?
It is always better to eat 6-8 small meals throughout the day.
Powerplant Restaurant and Brewery in Parkville, MO.
Serious: it's not about the alcohol, I just LOVE the
taste. Hoppy, sort of bitter, refreshing with a
slight citrus acidity and a creamy, nitrogen, head...
I admit to a psychological "addiction," however. For example, when George Foreman lost to Ali, he was morose. Unhappy. Depressed. He sat there and thought, "what makes me happy?" As it turns out, it was cheeseburgers. He thought, "I can have one of these
whenever I want." And he did. Untold numbers. He became HUGE.
Later, he figured that such didn't really, make him happy, he just didn't know how to get past the humiliating and personally hurtful loss. Eventually, he refocused his life, became Heavyweight Champion (again) and our favorite shill for a machine that allows him to grill his desired burgers in a healthier way. (To be honest, there's a lot to admire about the guy.)
For those who have perused the thread, I got divorced and it sucks. Right now, those brews are my cheeseburgers. Eventually, I'll get past it and become an improved guy.