In a very timely moment, I found this on Pintrest this morning.
That sure did hit home!
I am dizzy from the amount of times I have started over and fizzled out.
I had even gotten to the point where I was rationalizing that older women have significant struggles with weight gain, and how it's even "expected/accepted".
And asked myself did I really care so much about how fat I am?
All because I'm too lazy to get off my fat butt and walk the back forty off of it.
Self-delusion, because I'd rather eat tater-tots than tuna.
I looked at myself in the mirror this morning. (sigh)
If I stand at just the right angle, I only look "fat", instead of enormous. (sigh)
Even my fat clothes are tight on me.
It's odd that this time every year, it dawns on me that I'm really really fat, and even though I decide to do something about it, I can't go do sweat-producing activities (bike ride, brisk walk, etc.) because of all the gardening that must be done to clear out weeds/debris from the beds to let the new growth have the freedom to grow.
It's frustrating that about the time I finally want to be active, I'm stuck with yard work!!
I know people say that gardening is activity too -- but I don't consider it to be. It doesn't make me sweat from exertion, so it doesn't count. (in my opinion)
Sure, any calorie burn is better than zero calorie burn. But to use the time for a bike ride would help my clothes fit better.
Wow -- maybe I should have some cheese with this whine...
Maybe I should get off my butt and get active. And while I'm at it, stop eating so much crap, and feed my body healthy foods.
Yes. It's a worthy plan.