Life at the Beach??
When I weighed 240, I didn't like going to the beach. I didn't look good in any clothes I wore, and having that much skin show to get a tan is... well... just embarrassing.
I remember I was laying in the sun at the beach last year. And two young women from the UK walked by and I overheard one of them say "Americans have no shame. OMG, look at the size of these women - all beached wales." It really stuck with me.
Now, I go to the beach every week. I take my dog, and we walk and play in the surf, climb the jetty. I rarely did this before. I won't be out there in a bikini, but I don't mind shorts and a tank top.
I don't drink myself, but know of others who do. I just don't want to put any more strain on my body than I have to.
I'm so NOT a sun-worshipper! (I enjoy the beach in the evening and at night.) However, I was on the beach during the day BEFORE my DS---and I was miserable! Post-DS has been a different story.
I'm not pretty in a bikini, FSM knows---I stick to shorts and tees. But nobody's taking my margaritas away!