I hate to waste food, but I’ve learned to discard it rather than eat the few bites left just to not waste them.  My tummy thanks me, my hips thank me and my clothes thank me by fitting perfectly.  Who knew at 59 I’d be thrilled with how my butt looks in jeans?   I wrote in Counting Carbs — I Won’t Do That Again “The last thing I want to do when I’m an old chick is drag around some fat and sick body while I’m trying to have my fun adventures.”