After numerous months of struggling to tip the numbers on the scale below, uhm, a number you don’t need to know, about eight weeks ago the excess bulk started coming off.
And about two weeks ago, I noticed it creeping back on. Yesterday, after my shower, when I felt that familiar friction of the skin above my knees I knew before stepping on the scale that I’d gained back every ounce.
Okay, so I indulged over Thanksgiving. Yes, not on – over. Over the entire week that I sat home on my butt enjoying a bit of leisure in my otherwise overscheduled, over-worked week. That was my first mistake.
And maybe I’ve been hitting the chocolate again – second mistake. But do I have to live on salads and whole grain crisps for the rest of my life just to keep squeezing my ever-bloomin’ ass into a pair of size twelves? Really?
I’ve been wearing the same size jeans for close to twenty years now and something isn’t computing, because I certainly haven’t weighed this much for as many years.
It’s the dreaded back fat. My sister warned me about this.
Back fat? Back fat?! Now I have to deal with more fat on a part of my body that I can’t exercise, even if I want to? I’m not saying that I want to, but still –
Exercise – that E word. Not getting enough E. Need more E. Are you getting your recommended dose of E every day?
“Pat, can I buy a vowel please, an E?”
“Vanna, do we have any E’s?” (DON'T even get me started on Vanna)
“Is there an F, Pat?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, there is no F.”
Exactly, No F in’ exercise! That’s what’s missing.
Seems I lost out in life’s wheel of fortune when the great metabolism I was born with went bankrupt. Gone are the days of eating a whole bag of potato chips with a container of dip. Gone are chocolate malts, chocolate brownies, chocolate candy bars . . . straight shots of chocolate from the Hershey’s Syrup bottle (although, if you check the label it’s fat free).
I suppose I’ll have to make the E word part of my daily vocabulary if I don’t want to blow up like a beached whale. So, I hit the road for a brisk thirty-minute walk yesterday. Then, last night before bed, I uncorked a bottle to celebrate – a bottle of extra-strength pain reliever to ease my Arthritic feet, bad hip, aching shins and stiff back.
Later today, if I can hobble to the grocery store, I’ll stock up on lettuce and some more of those cardboard crackers. I wonder if they’d taste any better with a shot of Hershey’s on them?
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