I dont eat any less grease. But last summer I cut the sugar and white flour. I am about down to where I was the summer we lived in Graham and stayed up all night playing WarCraft and keeping the Brass Lantern in business.
So while I'm not running marathons or anything, I bet I could still make the hike from that shack on the White River (with the outhouse that time forgot) up the mountain to Uncle Ricky's place.
I still hit Griffs whenever I can, but now I toss the bun and just enjoy those tasty fried mystery-meat patties. (That's what I was going there for anyway.)