If only life were like a box of chocolates, but alas, I’ve been restricted – mostly self-inflicted – to a life of leafy greens, high protein and a lack of sugar. I’m not complaining, it’s just tough for an old broad like me to change my eating habits.
At my last yearly physical, I made the mistake of talking about my weight with my doctor. My weight has steadily been rising over the past ten years. I can’t say it’s because of a sedentary life style, but I certainly haven’t been very good about actually exercising. Add to that the fact that I love food – especially all the stuff that isn’t good for me.
All my blood work indicates that I’m the picture of health. I’m even getting rid of a lot of medication I don’t think I need anymore. Unfortunately, I mentioned my concern for this slow and steady weight gain to my doctor, who apparently hadn’t noticed it. Of course I know that exercise is the answer. Blogging doesn’t burn many calories and our little “new” old house takes about fifteen minutes to clean. I even have a free membership to the YMCA because I’m a senior citizen.
Why is the resistance so great? I know I feel better when I’m moving. I know all the stuff about dieting. Its been a lifestyle since I was a teenager. I know all about Paleo, South Beach, Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig and all the other diet plans out there. Maybe I resist because I’m tired of following the rules, but that’s a whole different story.
In fact, this entire post is the result of not wanting to talk about ants anymore.