|These legs? They were never mine.|
The hot flashes, the issues with girl parts, the outrageously dry skin, the thinning hair...yep I love it all. But what I love the most is the betrayal of my body.
I wrote about it a few years ago, but I can't find the post (when there are over a thousand of them on various blog incarnations, there is no real way to keep track), and I talked about how I used to be cute and now I wasn't anymore.
And don't get me wrong, cute is good...but the older you get, the more important it is to stay HEALTHY. (You know that a lot of these girls who are so cute aren't so healthy. "Heroin Chic," anyone?)
Like a lot of folks my age, my blood sugar is borderline. My blood pressure is higher than it was. My joints ache. I don't really care about "cute" any more--I just want to be active. But there's no way I can go "no carbs" or "no caffeine" or "no alcohol"--especially that last one, since I teach high school English to non-readers. Drinking is a job requirement. So I couldn't jump on any bandwagon that eliminated everything from a certain group.
About six years ago, I joined Weight Watchers and lost a bunch of weight. I felt great; I looked good. But keeping track of points and going to meetings and all the rest was a hassle. I kept the weight off for a few years and then, after menopause, it magically reappeared. I looked into other diets, but I always found something problematic.
THEN...I found a program that I thought I could at least attempt. It's a program that focuses on real food simply prepared. (I'm a fan of simple.) While I'm not necessarily interested in dramatic weight loss (though that would be a nice by-product), I am interested in getting healthier. I would like to stick around to torment DL for a few more years.