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It’s Getting Harder
By Nancy Lindquist | April 2, 2007
I used to be able to take weight off by cutting back on a few calories for a few days. Apparently, age has sucked that talent from my body like a Dyson sucks cat litter. I can’t do it anymore.
Time was I would not worry if the scale registered a five pound gain. I knew that I could take it off in a couple of days without too much effort. Those days are gone.
Now a five pound gain is met with a huge defense. One that rivals anything going on in the final four. Those coaches ain’t got nothing on me.
A creep of five pound is met with me on the attack. Man the protein drinks and full steam ahead. A few days of low carbs and upped exercise should do it! I get on the scale. Nada.
I know I’m not cheating. I’m honest with myself. So what’s happening? Middle age, kiddo, that’s what.
It stinks.
I liked the time I could eat what I wanted, within reason and lose weight. You know, last year. I miss it. Oh well, it’s gone, move on.
Lean Cuisine and a five mile run anyone?
April 2nd, 2007 at 11:21 pm
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Guess what? I’m 47–it gets worse! (ducks and runs…but only to the nearest lockable door! No 5 miles for me!) My extra poundage and I are looking forward to meeting you in 23 days! Oh, and repeat after me– “zaftig”. It’s a wonderful thing .