Christmas Eating is like a "one night stand."
It is oh so good just for that one night. And so worth it. -Anonymous (not so anonymous friend)
Until you step on the scale at your sisters house and ask, "Is thing broken?"
The answer is "No, why?"
Because last time I checked I only needed to lose 10 pounds, not 20!
This is the beginning of the end I am afraid. I always thought my metabolism would shift when I was 40 or 45. My mom's shifted around then, but it also shifted after she stopped smoking. (yep, she used to, and then she quit cold turkey when I was 10, she rocks).
So where am I storing the extra bit of Thanksgiving/Christmas fun? Hummmm.... I think in my thighs because all of my jeans my SIL gave to me (because they were too big for her) are Too small for me! I have a closet full of cute jeans I cannot squeeze into. This is a terrible thing to realize. I also suspect right around my rapidly shrinking waist.
My sister did ask if maybe, just maybe, I was pregnant. And I had that fleeting thought of oh boy! A sweet little bundle. Cute feet and toes and snuggles to fill my days with. And then I thought, OH NO. Puking incessantly is not high on my list of things to do, nor is trying to balance a family and a job, and be sane all the same. No no, I am definitely not pregnant. I haven't felt pukish. This baby weight gain is all food.
So what am I doing about it? First I was depressed and protested working out. Not to mention, my foot and knee are still buggin'. In spite of all the "rest" I have been told to give them. Then I called my friend Lindsay who gave me some good ideas on counting calories and watching what you eat. Not to mention what to feed the family, and this awesome new time suck, PINTREST!
So now, I am determined to lose the weight, and if anything, just get more fit. I have started p90x again, for the umpteenth time. I am up before the sun, sweating it out in my basement. Which, I am using my menopausal laptop (it has hot flashes), on my TV stand, because that too broke last year.
And now that I am admitting this here to myself, perhaps there will be more accountability and following through. I also have a fitness coach through Beachbody.com. It's free. It's really just more accountability and encouragement. I need all I can get. Because, if I truly cannot run again (sigh, gasp, tear...) then at least there are other fitness options that I like.
So here's to losing weight, or gaining muscle and getting ready for summer at the pool. Wish me luck, or mock me to scorn. Either will be helpful.
2 comments:
Who would say something so goofy like that? You have some WEIRD friends! So, are you telling me I shouldn't bring you some of the chocolate chip salted caramel cookie bars that just came out of my oven?
okay my dear -- time to go easy on yourself. you are an awesome mother of FOUR BOYS. you manage their lives, homework, activities, wounds, pets and drama. you are an awesome WIFE who does it all. you cook, clean, do laundry and a million other unappreciated tasks. you have a successful career and a demanding calling. those things are enough for anyone to put on a few pounds, so don't stress about it. they'll come off. and either way, you look and ARE fabulous!
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