I'm not blaming San Antonio, but I will say that I did gain most of my weight when we moved there back in 1992. Hey, all of that new-to-us food needed to be tried, right? And San Antonians love their food, from the Tex-Mex gravy-covered enchiladas and puffy tacos, to the chicken-fried steaks the size of a dinner plate (and covered with cream gravy, of course). This was very different food from what we were used to eating as native Californians, so of course we went a little crazy for way too long. I think we forgot we were living there and not on vacation, and every week was like a vacation when we went out to eat.
I'm somewhere in this crowd of Jazzercise peeps - we did a routine before a Missions (minor league) baseball game one day. I remember trying to blend in with the group because even though I knew the routine, I was pretty sure I'd mess up during the performance. It's all a blank now, thanks to my C.R.S.
I also lost weight in San Antonio - I joined Weight Watchers after a couple of years of living there, and I also joined Jazzercise. Why yes, it was the mid-90s, how could you tell? Of course, I didn't end up keeping the weight off because I went right back to eating the way I did when we first moved there. I'd like to think that now, if I were in the same situation, I'd behave myself a little better...maintenance definitely wasn't in the forefront of my mind back in those days.
Guenther House bakery case - yes, they are as big as they look.
Much as I love that town, San Antonio might just be my kryptonite when it comes to weight management. My friends and I complain about the lack of good places to eat in our town, but maybe that's a good thing - less temptations makes for better choices, as well as more cooking and eating at home, where you can be assured I will not be deep-frying anything, nor smothering it in gravy.
Food for thought.