Refusing To Get Thicker

ACK!

I’m thick around the middle and I don’t like it! Since, oh about last January, I’ve slowly been thickening from the thighs up through the waist. I can’t even think about putting on my favorite jeans and my body vibrates in places that it shouldn’t when crossing the railroad tracks. So what am I doing about it?

I’ve done all the usual things. Tried to curb my chocolate obsession. Tried to drink more water during the day. Tried to exercise more. Tried to buy only good foods at the grocery store. Tried to eat less take out/drive through foods. The list is endless! But my commitment has been suspect.

So…right here, right now…I type my blogging pledge to do all of the above with a penchant – now through the point where I can happily say I’m wearing my favorite jeans (and they’re comfortable to wear).

What a statement, eh? And so very public, too.

But as I sit here at my desk eating a yogurt at 3:35 in the afternoon vs. the chocolate tiramisu that sits in our office kitchen – remnants of a birthday celebration – I feel full of conviction and determination. Two items that I’m quite familiar with. Why should, at age 41, my weight cause me pause or even provide a fleeting thought that I might fail in obtaining the body fat level that I’m most happy with? It won’t and I will succeed at this. It is, after all, a simple matter of turning fat into muscle; slovenly behavior into an active fitness plan. Calories in, calories out. Easy!

I’ll report back on my progress, but as of today (and I’m guessing since I don’t own a scale) I weigh 195 pounds. In three months, or by January 15, I’ll weigh in at 180.

My jeans will love me for it!

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