I’ve had it.
I have a closet full of lovely clothes that fit me, and I get compliments all the time, but I still hate how I look. I wear only a few outfits, and they get fewer all the time. I have boxes full of more lovely clothes that I cannot wear any more, some after wearing only a few times, if at all.
A day’s worth of walking while shopping or running errands wipes me out.
I have a bulge on my abdomen that when I sit is roughly the size of a four-month fetus. I’ve never had a small butt or skinny thighs (at least not after puberty), but the cottage cheese and stretch marks are getting to be too much for me to bear.
My old swimsuits still fit, but they look terrible and the elastic is starting to go, and the thought of buying one of those old-lady suits with the skirt is pretty horrible.
It’s frequently uncomfortable for me to wear a seatbelt because it compresses the (small, but getting bigger) rolls on my back.
And last, but certainly not least, I have a glimpse 25 years into my future whenever I listen to my overweight mother complain about her sore joints, bad back, bad knees, inability to lift her 3-year-old grandaughter, etc., etc., etc.
My 36th birthday is this week, but that’s not what got me kick-started. My 20th high-school reunion is next year, but that’s not it either. I’ve just had it.
My lifestyle has changed quite a bit since I got married. When I was in college, I had no car and lived in the city, so 90% of my transportation was by bike or walking. I walked a mile to campus and back every day for two years, carrying my art portfolio and toolbox, along with a big bag holding my books and purse. I took a biking class and rode a century (100-mile ride). I biked home to my parents’ house, 25 miles one way, about every other weekend in the summers. I went for bike rides in the evenings for fun. I took a running class and went running 2 miles nearly every night. Sometimes the endorphins would cheer me into an extra mile or two. I often wore only a brightly colored sport bra/tank top and shorts in the summer.
Now I live in the country. I have a sedentary job, sitting at a computer all day. My husband is basically out of work and my income just barely pays the bills, so it’s to our advantage for me to be at this desk as much as possible and let him runs the errands. Time and money are tight. And I have motivation and procrastination issues. My thighs, stomach, and upper arms have not seen the sun in years.
On the other hand, I refuse to let diet and exercise be an obsession. I’ll say it: I love food. I think it’s one of the chief pleasures of life. I like to try new tastes, and I absolutely refuse to become one of those whiny women who keep a calorie counter in their purse and turn every meal into an ordeal and beat themselves up for having a cookie. I don’t eat much fast food, and hardly any red meat; I love veggies and fruits; but I do need to improve my eating habits.
I have a fitness book/program that I followed once for a while, and while I was on it, I really enjoyed it: Strong Women Stay Slim, by Miriam Nelson. Basically, it combines simple strength training, aerobic exercise, and an eating plan that does not obsess over every pea and bean, yet allows me to have the “bad” stuff in moderation. I don’t like planned menus; for this plan, I made a daily chart showing the numbers of dairy, fruit, grain, etc., portions allowed each day, and I cross off one tick for each portion I eat, so I can see what’s left as the day progresses and what I can have. (I don’t plan to be anal about this when we go out, but just be sensible.) Suggested portions are taped inside the cabinets. Mr. S does a lot of our food prep, and I’ll be showing him how the portions work so he can help me. (For example, he brings me breakfast every morning, and I showed him what 6 oz. of juice looks like in our juice glasses.)
Oh, speaking of Mr. S: What a great guy. We talked about this yesterday, and about the old pictures I found from about ten years ago, when I swore that I would NEVER go over 150. (I would LOVE to be 150 now, but that’s about mumble-mumble-too-many pounds away.) He said he likes my look now, but yes, I looked better then. He has always said that if I decide to lose weight, he wants it to be for me and my health, not to try to please him. I think I’ll keep him.
Anyway, he’s completely on board – and he has about ten pounds he’d like to drop too. This week we’ll eat up all the bad stuff in the cupboards, and I’ll start tracking what I eat to get back in practice. He’s the chef, so he has time to shop and pick out good stuff like fresh veggies every day and keep the lettuce bowl filled. We went for a two-mile walk this morning – according to the program I don’t even have to start aerobics for two weeks, but I’d like to start taking casual walks every morning just to get in the habit of putting my shoes on and getting out there. We have a treadmill, no no excuses in bad weather! And tomorrow I’ll start my Monday-Wednesday-Friday strength training with a chair and free weights – 20 minutes a day. I can do it when I take a break from working, in front of the tube, instead of lounging on the couch eating.
I have no concrete goals. I’d need to get down to 160 to be back in a healthy BMI. According to the plan and my current weight, I should be able to get below 200 in the first ten weeks, losing a pound or two a week. I figure that’ll do to begin with. Other than that, I’m looking forward to wearing my new old wardrobe. And maybe having a bit of a waist again. And wearing T-shirts that don’t cover my ass.
I like this plan. It seems sensible, something that can be maintained without turning me into the Diet Witch. And I know that my main health problem has been Not Getting Enough Exercise (or Any, For That Matter). I well remember that endorphin rush, and I’d like to have it again. I could stand to get up a little earlier in the mornings, and after exercising, I should be glad to sit and work for a while – having already gotten out to enjoy the day, and having gotten myself a bit tired out – instead of resenting another day looking out the window at the sunshine.
Today is the first day of my healthier life.