How does that expression go....you can't fit a 2 pound sausage into a one pound case? Something like that...right? If you know it, please let me know.
Speaking of stuffing too much into too little, my new perimenopausal shopping habit is to buy clothes in the same size 9 I always identifed with, even though my larger than ever before perimenopausal bustline does not allow the top three buttons on any size 9 blouse to close. Go figure. So, what do I do? I buy anyway, thinking I can knock off ten pounds in no time. Exercise pro or not, shedding those clinging-on-for- dear- life ten pounds just ain't as easy as it once was. So now I have a lot of shirts that I wear open as vests.
Me, my sister Bern, and my fashionista step mom Diana recently went on a jaunt to Marshalls (my favorite store- it's hit or miss-but Bloomies just costs too much). We were quite a crew- dressing Bern, dressing me, and watching Di ponder whether she really needed a new blouse. I think she walked out emptyhanded.
Here I am trying to stuff the perimenopausal sausage into the size 9's and really insisting that I looked good. (I use the dressing room mirror that's far away from the changing stall- the skinny mirror.) My beautiful, retired police officer step mom does honesty as well as she does fashion. She boycotted all of my sausage-looking outfits. I huffed and puffed like a 15 year old, but went with her choices in the end anyway. A stranger who could not help overhearing us was shopping by herself and trying on dresses. She approached us and told Di, that she knew Diana would be honest with her, and asked her to decide which dress she should buy to wear to her son's communion. She went with Di's choice. So did I. It hung in the closet for a couple of weeks, but when I finally wore my new, well fitting, slightly loose, attractive, fashionable, age appropriate (NOT DOWDY- I am still a young hipster in my heart!) shirt for the first time, I felt fabulous!
I'm still working on the ten pounds, but just not torturing myself about it in the meantime. No sausages for me.
Is there anything cuter than pinchable, kissable, chubby baby thighs? We go through great lengths to make sure our little cherubs stay chunky and 'healthy' looking. So why do we beat ourselves up if we don't look like bikini models at 40 and 50?
During nursing school I had choices- take care of my family, work, go to school and STUDY? Or...take care of my family, work, go to school and log in 10-15 miles a week on my runs. Studying won out. Priorities.
Exercise always holds a place of priority in my life, but I had to drop my level of intensity, and the duration of my workouts. I exercised enough to maintain my energy levels and my health, but not enough to keep the skinny butt. (The vending machine near the lecture hall didn’t help…what’s up with those anyway? Why are they filled with junk? I’m not expecting celery and tofu, but Snickers is NOT a meal replacement.)
How far do we go? Well, if exercise becomes a life obsession, soley for the purpose of another person saying we look great- but deep down we are miserable and the red velvet cake is instilling thoughts of a binge and purge fest- FUGGETABOUDDIT. This subject does indeed get my Brooklyn up. Why do people always equate looking good with weight loss? It really is ok to look 'regular'. I think the media is catching on...take a look at the real looking people in commercials these days.
As a responsible health and fitness advocate I add this: Check with your physician and learn your body mass index, and what a healthy weight is for your height and frame.
If you are overweight take strides to be healthy by modifying your diet and taking gradual steps to build stamina and embark on a regular exercise routine. It really does work! Anyone who has stopped with the junk food snacks and put more physical activity in their lives has seen the results. Make it a lifestyle and the results will last a lifetime.