Whoever coined "fat and happy" was a complete idiot.
Overheating, chafing rash, fallen arches, fragile ankles, being self-conscious... what's there to be happy about?
I know admitting this is just going to get me yelled at, but what the hell... Beer + pizza = bloat. Even "lite" beer is about 100 calories a can. A six-pack a day may take some of the pain out of your stressful life, but it adds almost one-third your total calories, with no benefits at all.
My resolution is to severely reduce my beer consumption, continue with the healthy habits that so far haven't made a difference. Eat light, exercise... and no guzzlin'. Which makes me sad- I love beer, but it's like an evil woman who's just irresistible...
For the record, I'm 42, weigh 228 and would like to weigh 190- of muscle not muscle + beer gut.