In my 30s, I basically cut out cookies, ice cream, and bacon. That and my activity level worked for years to maintain low bodyfat, but the past 3 years or so, I'm faced with making more cuts--or having a bit of a belly BUT...
I did prime rib for Christmas. As I was eating it the angel on one shoulder said "the good thing about this is the fat is clearly visible and you can just trim it off" while the devil on the other shoulder said "BUT THAT'S THE BEST PART!" Since baked potatoes go with prime rib and I had more potatoes than I had beef, this week I made my Mom's (Betty Crocker Cookbook) pork chops in mushroom sauce. Rather than cook one at a time, obviously I cooked it all and I make up a serving to microwave from the refrigerator each night. I should mention, Back In The Day, the pig farmers had a very effective "Pork: the other white meat" marketing campaign, portraying pork as a healthy choice. And while you might be able to rationalize away bacon and where lard comes from, it's hard to ignore the thick, waxy layer of fat on top of the gravy in the bowl. Looking at it, the angel on my shoulder again went "the good thing is, you can see the fat right there, you can just scoop it out and throw it away" while the devil on my shoulder again said "YOU IDIOT, THAT'S THE BEST PART." You can guess who I listened to--the same fucker that said there's nothing wrong with a 4th Manhattan for the evening.