I am a mom of a certain age…..I’ve carried and birthed three children, and, well, I’m not so young anymore. I’ve always tried to keep myself in good shape, to a certain size/weight. But with age comes changes we can’t always control, no matter how much we try.
I checked out this summer, busy with just living and enjoying the people around me. I didn’t exercise much, ate what I wanted when I wanted, imbibed adult beverages a little more than usual. Put myself on the scale this past Monday. Ouch. Let’s just say I’d given myself a red line for my weight – that number I simply could not go above. Well, I’m above it by a couple pounds, which isn’t bad, except I just really did not want to be above that red line. Dang it anyways.
Saw my girl doctor yesterday. Talked to her about the weight gain the last couple of years. She just smiled, and then let me know women, on average, gain ten pounds at this point in life. What in the ever-lovin….NO THANKS!
I put myself back in gear this week, getting back to Pilates, getting back to running, and getting back to my normal eating routine. Haven’t lost a single ounce, which is a bit depressing. I told myself though, it took two months to gain those lbs….they aren’t going to come off in four days. I’ll keep trudging along.
Here’s the deal – as we women get older, our bodies change, again. It’s not really fun, but I’m trying to be gentler on myself while at the same time not giving in. I refuse to go crazy though – life is too short to spend it denying myself every good thing. I’m not cutting out all carbs. I’m not going vegan. I’m not trying to con myself into thinking cauliflower “rice” and zucchini “pasta” are better than the real thing. I’m not working out two hours a day. I’m not eating lettuce morning, noon and night. I am taking Pilates three times a week. I am running or walking four or five days a week. Yoga starts in two weeks. I am drinking water all day. I’ve cut out the sodas again. Sweets were never really a downfall for me. I have re-added fruits and veggies back into the routine for snacking. My FitBit reminds me to keep moving.
I will re-shape me from this place I’m currently in. And I will also learn to accept I’m never again going to look like I did when I was 20, 25, 30, or even 40. At the same time, I’m going out swinging. I refuse to just fold up shop and start wearing mumus. So you can take that, aging process.