It may help that I hate soft drinks and don't like alcohol. But I'll never give up bread, pizza, pasta and chocolate.
Anyhow, better n happy years than (n + x) miserable years, and where x remains unknown.
Anyhow, better n happy years than (n + x) miserable years, and where x remains unknown.
Give it a few years, and your pancreas might very well come knocking with type II news.
At that point, the 'x' in your equation will carry a lot more weight than you might be able to reckon right now, especially if you have children by then.
Now I still eat pizza, pasta, bread and chocolate all the time. Just reasonable amounts of it as part of a balanced diet. And not the crap shovelled out by fast food restaurants.
How much better do you feel?