My wife and I have often argued over the existence, or not, of my “beer belly.” She maintains that it’s my love of the humble suds that has resulted in my battle with the bulge, and I have maintained that beer, in and of itself, has nothing to do with it beyond its contribution to my daily caloric intake and genetic disposition.
And now I have proof.
In short, I’m battling the bulge because I take in too many calories, and tend to deposit my fat around my belly. Not because I drink beer. And yes, I need to lose the weight before my little pot belly becomes a big kettle belly.
