This may sound a bit weird, but I just had an a-ha moment...not that it didn't go through my mind before, but it sorta hit home today. I eat and drink like a man. When my husband and I sit down to dinner, my plate has as much food on it as his; and he outweighs me by 60 pounds. When we share a bottle of wine, I match him drink for drink. Really, I am drinking more than him, pound for pound of body weight. No darn wonder I feel worse in the morning than him after a night on the town! I'm going to keep this thought in my mind from now on and keep reminding myself that I'm not a man.
My new mantra: I'm not a man, I'm not a man, I'm not a man......