Saturday, April 20, 2013
Hey, Did you see it? I still can't seem to find it, but I know it's in there. Somewhere. I tell my bulges, settle down, or rather, get moving. Enough is enough. I try to look glamorous with the bulges poking out and making fun of me.
Funny. I used to think I was heavy when I weighed 114 (way back when I was 12, and my mom said I was getting fat.) After being the skinniest of tiny kids, I hit puberty, and my mom, who was 98 lbs (when she first got married, but 145 when I was 12)and 5 foot 8 gorgeous, of course said to my 4 foot eleven-ness - you are getting fat.
Fast forward, super duper fast through gaining weight about 5 lbs per year (some years) til we get to 2009. Umph. Crash. Burn. 210 lbs.
Augh! Nightmare! Wha' happened? (super fast - death of my mom, gained a step mom, high school, college, boyfriends, breakups, hot fudge sundaes working in an ice cream shop, divorce, heartbreak, new marriage, happy happy happy, back ache, adoption son 1, pregnancy son 2, moves all over the country, midlife Master's degree, husband lots of illness and nearly dies more than three times, back injury, ) Then I worked 10 minutes at a time, daily, and got my metabolism rocking, and lost about 30 lbs.
Then - all the surgeries in 2011 - brought me from 179 to 210.
Finally dropped down to about 205 last month.
Here I is. Down to about 204 or 205 depending on the day.
I am working at my 10 minute per day start up, and trying to get my metabolism and motivation going. I did it between 2009 and 2010, and must make it happen now. Age 57 is not a stop sign. It is a green light, with flashers telling me to go on, take those baby steps and make it happen.
One day soon I will break that barrier, and find 199, and then the rest will follow. You with me?
I am off! Time to walk it, and not just talk it.
Have a peaceful day.