Yes, I am flabulous! I don’t know why or how it happens, but it seems that my lack of will, when it comes to munchies, really does a doozy on the old love handles.
Love handles…really…I have heard many phrases regarding body weight. You now, thin may be in but fat is where it’s at. Or Diet is Die with a T (thank you Garfield the lasagna eating cartoon cat). How about being described as elegantly filled out. Yes…so many nice terms. I recall even reading about good ol’ England in the 1800s. The larger the better. If you were thin and tiny of build then it meant you couldn’t afford a good meal.
I myself am working on getting rid of about 30 lbs. Yes, according to my BMI (body mass index) and according to ANY and EVERY website I have visited, my ideal weight, for someone 5 foot 5 inches and over 40 years of age should be about 140 lbs. So, I have begun my journey to thinless…yet again.
I started rethinking my approach. In the past, every time I started losing weight I would get all excited. I would lower the amount of food intake. I would eat more fruits and veggies. I would buy “healthy” snacks…you know, those dry, dry, dry…I mean really dry….ack ack…crackers. Last time I even kept a food journal on Fitness Pal. Amazing to see how many calories are in the foods we eat. Then it happens. The weight starts coming off. I start “cheating” on myself. I would sneak in a bag of chips or some cookies because I was doing so well with my new eating plan (right…it’s not a diet because that word just leads to failure). Then it would suddenly become a binge weekend with pizza and wings and nachos…oh my! That leads to a pound or two coming back. NO big deal right? Then I start back to my old eating habits because I love the taste of food! I love all the ooey gooey cheeses. I love burgers and I love french fries and I love my pizza and my wings. And there I go…off the rails…yet again.
Well, this time, I am trying out something new. I am NOT giving up my favourite foods at all. I am eating less of everything but I have added this new thing…it’s called exorcising…ahem…exercising. (I prefer exorcising…I’m trying to purge the evil fat right?). So, I have started using my 5 lb dummies (I mean dumb bells). I walk the dogs an hour a day. Very soon my Xbox shall have Jillian whats-her-name from “Biggest Loser” yelling at me. I will learn to like sweat.
Yes, that is my newfound plan for body modification. I believe I can do this. I actually have dreams about my new slender, self going to the beach and looking downright goddesslike. (Really, these happy thoughts are what are keeping me going as I look at the squishy, cuddly version of me in the mirror).
The one thing that I have learned over the years is that no matter how thin or how “full-bodied” I get, it’s the inside that matters the most. Sure I love it when I lose weight, but I also don’t mind being heavier. As long as I am happy on the inside and my family is happy, then the outside doesn’t matter as much. I have learned that that opinions of others don’t matter as much as loving myself.
Losing weight right now is more for health reasons…I plan to be around and playing with Little Kennie for a long time and no health problems will get in the way of that.
My journey to the Land of Sweat (and tears) will be interesting but for now, as I start my new life goal, I will remember to look in the mirror every day and say, “You look Flabulous!”