I really am not enjoying the aging process all that much. I'm honest if nothing else, and I'm here to tell you that weird things happen to your body after a certain age. For me that age was 44. It might happen to you at an earlier age, but I wouldn't know about that. Forty-four is when things started happening to me.
First, I started putting on the weight. Five pounds one year and then five pounds the next and then . . . you get it. That was kind of unexpected since I had been the same weight since high school. Forty odd years is a long time to not have to worry about the numbers on a scale. Sheesh, I delivered four children and returned to my pre-pregnancy weight of 105 lbs. within weeks each time--and one child weighed in at over 10 lbs. It's still shocking to me as well, and he's 35.
I did my best to accept the new and improved fifteen- or twenty-pound-heavier body. Really, 105 lbs. is kind of sickly looking, right?
As if that is not enough to deal with, another thing that happens at a certain age is your luck changes--oh, yeah, I don't believe in luck--okay, your ability to dodge danger and avoid accidents changes. That I-can-do-anything-without-breaking-my-neck phenomenon begins to disappear. Ankles twist funny like, and you are less likely to hang onto a bucking horse, and tow trucks hit you from behind for no good reason. Don't ask me to explain it. It just happens. I think it is a conspiracy.
And then you get to take ibuprofen on a regular basis and avoid fun activities like roller skating and weeding the garden and wearing high heels and, of course, exercising.
I'm quite certain that I am exercise-resistant because of my inability to dodge danger and avoid accidents. Yes, that is it.
About six years ago, I read an article in Prevention Magazine about a new diet. I love reading about diets, just as I love reading cookbooks. I find both subjects fascinating actually. I ended up buying the book on my next shopping trip because the diet specifically targeted belly fat--not just any old fat--but the pinch-an-inch that turned into the grab-a-slab type while you weren't looking as you aged gracefully.
I don't want to bore you with the technical stuff, so I'm going to tell you that I learned the secret to losing belly fat can be found in eating MUFAs (monounsaturated fatty acids). The theory is that good fat (MUFAs) does something to bad fat and it disappears. I don't really want to explain it--mainly because I don't really care how it works, and somebody already wrote a whole book on the subject.
My point is that it worked for me, and all I had to do was to eat the right thing at the right time. Notice that I didn't say that it worked because I stopped eating something, but rather that I started eating something. Isn't that an interesting diet? I thought so, too! While my friends sweated at the gym and took part in biggest loser competitions, I sat around and ate olives, nuts, and dark chocolate. And the pounds came off! About fifteen of them!
I kept them off, too, for a long time. Recently, however, I have noticed that the scale is starting to creep on up again. Obviously, I have not kept up with the MUFA discipline. And for some reason, I have not been motivated to start it back up again.
One must be personally motivated to be successful at almost anything in life. This is especially true about losing weight. Rarely does one accomplish anything worthwhile if she cannot get excited about it. Agree?
The other day, a neighbor stopped by, and she looked GOOD! She told me that she had lost 21 pounds, and had just 10 more to go. I told her that I'd love to lose 10 pounds. She told me to go to Fit Girls and check out their 28-day Jumpstart program because most people lose 10-15 pounds by doing it--in just 28 days!
Well, after visiting their site and seeing all the before and after photos, I found my motivation. I downloaded the guide and was very impressed. It is loaded with interesting information communicated in a very entertaining way. I do wish that I could justify printing off all 200 pages because I'd love to have everything at my fingertips, not on the computer. I have settled for printing off select pages for now.
Fit Girls has a large Instagram following and they sponsor weight-loss contests, so check them out. I'm on day 7, and have not starved to death so far. I have been eating a lot of "real" food, which is what I prefer anyway, and their recipes have been good. I already feel slimmer--but that may just be a trick my mind is playing on me because I'm not stuffing a bunch of junk in my mouth.
It stresses me to NOT finish a project, so I know that I will see this one through. I can promise you no before and after photos, though, because taking a selfie in my underwear has never been and will never be an option. Never.
What motivates you when you need to lose a few pounds? Do you agree that there is no success without personal motivation?