I don’t usually step on the scale.
As long as I feel good. My clothes fit and I’m eating right and exercising, I’m pretty content. I don’t talk, or try not to anyway, about feeling overweight (for me). Especially around my daughter.
But I stepped on the scale the other morning. Because, well, lets just say my clothes don’t fit me as well as they used to. As well as say, even a month ago. I was pretty sure even before stepping on, that I had about 5 pounds I might want to lose.
The scale confirmed my suspicions.
People will say ‘you look great’ or ‘you don’t need to lose weight.’ I’m not looking for gratuitous compliments here. Sincerely. Overall, I’m happy with myself, my life and my appearance.
But if I could just fit my thighs into that favorite pair of jeans to fit again….
At $200/pair it seems anymore for something cute I’d rather lose weight than buy another pair to fit expanding body parts.
The Cowboy says, ‘Go buy a bigger pair of jeans. You look good.’
We all know when we’re about to fall off that cliff.. a cliff that will be tough if not impossible to climb back up. We feel it. I’m pretty sure, actually, that I’ve felt it about every spring now since turning 35.
What’s so special about 35 you might ask?
Ah, you youngster.
It’s like hitting a wall where metabolism is concerned. Not just my own experience. But that of many, many a girlfriend. No one ever told me ..or maybe they did but I didn’t hear. So I was relatively ill prepared. Let this be a heads up, my dear daughter. And anyone else that might be looking at this still young and blissfully eating whatever you want and drinking triple vanilla lattes along with cheese curds or pizza and beer a few late nights each week. Ahem. Not that I know anything about that. (All the health/fitness experts say that’s one of the first things that needs to be moderated in any diet. Alcohol. For the record.) This is not knowledge my mother passed along to me. And she is no longer around to share what may lie ahead. It all would have been helpful.
With 40 around the corner…I’m concerned another wall may be waiting.
I have some work to do.
(Cowboy says, laughing hysterically today as I’m thinking about what pics to post with this.. ‘Want me to take a picture of your gut?’ Um, no.)
My biggest challenge has always been, short of high school, making time for workouts that will do more than maintain where I’m at. Especially since meeting the Cowboy. When he is here visiting, the time is precious. And, the last thing I feel like I should be doing is spending an hour at the gym.
I run my dogs most days of the week anywhere between a mile or three. I do lunges down the middle of the street. I’m not afraid to look like a goofball, which I’m sure I do on occasion. Like, when one of my dogs tripped me while we were running yesterday. The multiple steps I faltered, tried to regain my footing and ultimately tumbled onto the pavement, had to have been a spectacular sight. The guy walking down the sidewalk with his dog (the reason one of my dogs decided it was a great idea to lunge in front of me) just stood back and asked, ‘Are you ok?’ I mumbled something along the lines ‘I am fine. Please, keep walking.’ Then got up, brushed myself off, gave my dog a dirty look – she knew she did me wrong. And we went on our merry way. I do pushups on whatever works, the curb or park benches and sit ups at home. So it’s not like I’m totally slacking.
But the older a woman gets (probably men too but believe men are generally blessed with higher metabolism), I’ve always heard, the tougher it is to take weight off.
I ask the Cowboy this morning .. “What are your fitness goals? Do you have any?”
He laughs. He’s in relatively great shape.. he’s hot, actually, I think .. but he also has a relatively physical job.
He goes back to playing guitar.
My daughter says, “I want to be just like you. All slim. And have a waist just like you.” She’s serious.
Now I’m laughing.
“Seriously,” I say. “Do you have any fitness goals? Aren’t we going to run a race together this summer?”
She thinks for a moment.
“I want to learn how to really become a good hip hop dancer. And, get the dogs to be sled dogs.”
We’re all laughing. The Cowboy chimes in.
“I would like to be on a running schedule says the Cowboy, 3 times a week at least 1 to 2 miles.”
It’s a good goal.
But if I’m taking off the five and toning up the arms…. (also important. My daughter last fall pointed out they were a bit, um, not toned) I need to do more.
I’ve got a fall marathon in mind. Without bigger goals the 5 pounds will become 10, I’m sure.
While I’m off to a relatively good start.. I hit the gym the other morning for weights and have run the past two days, we missed our run this morning. Thanks to laundry, getting ready for school and returning phone calls before I had to head off to work.
Perhaps we’ll fit one in before fish fry and a Lake Louie Porter this evening. Mmmmm. (Just one though anymore. Yes. I have officially become a lightweight.)
If not, I definitely won’t be stepping back on the scale. Anytime soon.