Today as I was walking in this great weather we are having-I walked past the tennis club that I walk by daily. On days like this it is packed with players, as I was coming though the parking area three women came out, and my dog being the people lover she is (and believer that all people love her as well) padded up to them for a visit. All three of these women were over sixty, in tennis skirts and sleeveless shirts and have the physiques of twenty year olds or so. I was so impressed with how good they look, that I want to look that great as I age, no saggy skin, and a lot of ripped older woman muscle going on. It was impressive, you could just tell they took great pride in themselves and it was wonderful to see.
After all that impressiveness and walking, my hormonal surge jumped and my wonderful efforts lost on the 3 oatmeal cranberry walnut cookies. I have managed to squeeze in another walk, in hopes of buffering some of the sugar damage. I have decided I hate the hormonal cravings bad enough that I am going to see someone about it. All this hard work feels destroyed by cookies, I know that is not the case, but it feels like it. What will I do tomorrow or later tonight if they hit again? I don’t keep sweets in the house-AT ALL!
So then I have to drive somewhere to get them, and 99% of the time can talk myself out of it.
Although only half the week is over, it has been one of awareness and reflection. I saw a large woman that had to back herself into the driver’s seat of her car, I did feel bad for her, but also thought I don’t ever want that to be me. I have a friend that is very obese and says she is not sure how it happened, that it was progressive and a lot of bad choices-she now has trouble making it though the grocery store or Target. I just don’t ever want it to be a progressive thing with me, something I miss as the sizes go up and not down, someone who makes excuses to eat like crap, or excuses on why I am overweight. Laziness, pure and simple. Without judging (as I am in place to judge others bodies), some of the people I see like the woman trying to squeeze into her car make me more aware of what can happen if I don’t take care of myself daily and remain aware all the time.
People always say “it will never happen to me”, really you never know, it could! I would have never in my life thought I would see a day I need to lose fifty pounds or so, but it happened.
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Delta Burke says that she has the same sort of probably as anorexics, in the opposite way. Where they always see someone fat when looking in the mirror, she didn't realize how heavy she had gotten. She would look in the mirror and not see the change.
I agree that weight gain can sneak up on anyone. Not fair, but reality!
Did Chewy get some love from those ladies? Hope so!
Chewy got some love, and what a good dog. I do think it sneaks up on us and I worry that even if I hit my goal I won't notice in the mirror. I think that is very common for us girls, sad truth.
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