If anyone knows how difficult it is to lose weight and keep it off, it’s me. My struggle accelerated as soon as soon as I entered adulthood. At 18, in my last year of high school, I moved to Italy. In six months, in a town near the Adriatic sea, I managed to put on 25 pounds. The reason for my Italian waist expansion was clear: I ate ice cream, bread, and mozzarella di bufala like I'd never see it again. Before school, it was not uncommon to stop at a cafe and gossip over cappuccinos and bomboloni custard-filed donuts. After school, gelato . Dinner usually featured plates of pasta, cheese, and bread. Who needed vegetables when you had fresh mozzarella? The stay in Italy was delicious. I made friends. I learned the language. I studied the streets, squares, and galleries of Rome and Florence. I also got fat. It took about three years to return to my pre-Italian sojourn size. And keeping the weight off since then has required daily thought and effort: avoiding sugary drinks
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