Like when you get older. I’ve been really struggling lately. I’m unhappy with my weight, and I’ve tried to do something about it. I joined Weight Watchers again, which is something that usually works for me. But this time, it’s harder. So. Much. Harder.
I went to see my dr last week. “Losing weight gets harder as you get older,” she said. “You lose muscle mass as you get older. It might be a good idea to start lifting weights. And your bones, those get weaker too. It’s not as easy as it was back in your twenties.”
Geez. What a downer, huh? So, at thirty-four I feel like I’m sixty. Bummer. She did leave me with something positive though.
“It will only get harder to lose the weight as you get older. You’re wise to do it now.” Hmm. I guess it’s now or never.?.?
Someday I hope my kids will be grateful for my beat up, soft bellied body. The warm body that was their home for nine months and grew to accommodate them and give them life. As for me, I just want to feel comfortable in my skin, no matter what the scale says. I suppose it’s worth a little effort to get there.
Elliptical? Weights? Salad? Anyone??
It stinks to be a woman sometimes.