Thursday, September 2, 2010

I’m in shape. Round is a shape, right?

I don’t know many women over the age of forty who are not battling weight issues. When I do run into one or two, I try not to let them stand next to me. I never had weight problems before my forties and I was never big on exercise. Okay, I hate it. I failed P.E. in high school. I know you’re thinking, How do you fail P.E.? Trust me, it can be done. I didn’t have a weight problem, so I really didn’t worry about it. Working and chasing after three children was all the exercise I needed.

In terms of middle aged women, I’ve heard the phrase, She’s let herself go. Well, I just don’t believe that. I believe that our bodies betray us, pure and simple. The metabolism takes early retirement and all of a sudden fat has taken up residence where there was none only a little. Our taste buds change and suddenly everything tastes so good. The children move out of the house, there is now more food, better food. With no kids, we can afford to eat at restaurants nicer than IHOP. Tell me how that is my fault? I didn’t let myself go. I’ve been hijacked!

Consequently, my body has changed. It is now what I like to call Rubenesque, and I tell you, it snuck up on me. A pound here and a pound there, the next thing I know, I had gained 35 pounds on a frame that hadn’t changed in twenty years. My girlfriend says I should start going to the gym with her. I read somewhere that women over 40 should exercise for an hour and a half, five times a week, just to maintain. Say what? That hardly seems fair, considering those of us who have never exercised before.

I have not gone to spin class with her because I’m scared I will die, but I have taken a better look at my life. I have come to realize that Mother Nature is indeed a bitch and there isn’t anything I can do about it. Except to take better care of myself. I know now that I am in a different phase in my life, middle age, and I can’t treat my body like I did when I was in my youth. Damn it.

Walking is good exercise and I have started walking with serious intent. The dogs love a walk, no matter how serious it is. Now that we’re on a twice a day schedule, I have them around to remind me that it’s time to go. (They can totally tell time) If Scottish Woman had eyes as big, brown and soulful as those two, I’d have a harder time resisting her and her spin class. Knowing the dogs are eager to chase butterflies on our evening walk, makes it easier to get out and do it.

We have also started the South Beach Diet. When CGMan suggested it, I wasn’t too keen. Looking at his book and I didn’t find the recipes to be all that appealing. My BFF, Jenny Craig, and I broke up when he came home from Abu Dhabi, as those two never really got along. She’s high maintenance and expensive. He likes his girls cheap and easy. I knew we needed to do something besides walking and swimming the occasional lap in the community pool.

Thank goodness for the world wide web! I swear, I don’t know how we got along without it. I found some great recipes and have been excited all week! It’s not like following a diet, it’s more like cooking school. I love, love, love cooking new recipes. It’s a hobby that has led to my structural changes. Now, I can cook all kinds of different things and it’s helping us lose weight. This site, Kalyn’s Kitchen, is the reason I’m so excited about this. This is not diet food. This is real food. Scrumptious food!

It’s been said that the first two weeks are the hardest, as you have to give up carbs and booze. Day four and I can honestly say, I’m not missing it. I mean, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love it when the waiter brings a basket of freshly baked bread to the table, but I rarely have it at the house. I am, however, a big fan of happy hour. Surprisingly, I’m not yearning for that, either.

I liken it to when I quit smoking. I was so disgusted with the whole smoking thing, the smell, the taste, the having to go outside, that it was quite easy for me to give it up. I am tired of being heavy, I’m tired of eating foods that make me feel sluggish, so to give them up for the greater good, well, it feels refreshing.

While I may have cheated on the puzzle by finding online (again with the wonderful world wide web) the picture that was not on the box, there is no reason to cheat on this. It’s just too good.

It will be interesting to see if I feel this same way next week. Like I said, when I quit smoking, I was just so happy to be done with it, that I never went back. This feels the same way. I don’t want to be skinny, I just don’t want to be overweight anymore. I never was a thin girl, more like a little fluffy and I can’t wait to get back to that.

I will be looking forward to a little glass of wine on my birthday, which comes at the end of this two weeks. At which point, I hope that Sir Rubens would find me unsuitable as a model. I’ve never liked posing naked, anyway.

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