|Tonight at the gym I noticed someone had written on the chalkboard |
The Hunger Games
Isn't that the truth?
I was working out at the gym tonight with a colleague and told her "tonight is pizza night." She said "are you excited?" I said "no, because we aren't having pizza and this is the fourth week of not having pizza."
I really love pizza.
This is week four. Week four of being back at the "tough" gym. I am stronger than I was but not nearly strong enough. Yesterday morning I was at my lowest weight since I started back. Then I blew it by going to Friday's with the girls after work. This is what I refer to as a "temporary gain." Because it will come off, again.
Today, I'm back on the horse.
I'm counting weight watcher's points- on my own. In 2000 I did weight watchers and after a year I was at goal and then I became an instructor. I'm very good at telling people how to lose weight.
I'm a lot better at telling people how to lose weight than actually losing the weight myself.
Another thing I'm good at is losing the weight, but I'm not so good at keeping it off.
This time, I want to lose it and keep it off. This is the third big push for me. I did it in 2000 and I did it again in 2010. I want to lose it and keep it off because I'm tired of being overweight. I need to lose it for my self-esteem. I love being fashionable and I would rather feel fashionable than matronly. Yes, I'm a grandma, but I don't want to look/feel like one. In fact, I'd love to have a t-shirt to wear when I'm kicking ass in the gym (throwing tires, punching the punching bag, climbing the prowler) that reads "just call me Grandma."
I became a Grandma one year ago. And suddenly I am filled with a desire to be the best that I can be. I want to be able to garden with my little Bee. To walk in the woods and show her things. To play in the floor. To run through the airport to make a connection (which I recently had to do when I had gone out to see her). There are times I think how many years will I have with her? When she is thirty I will be eighty. I want to be here for her. I want her to know me. I don't want to be a photograph that my daughter shows to her and says "this was your grandma, my mother. She loved you very much."
My paternal grandma ended up on a walker. My mother has had a number of surgeries to correct osteo issues- ankles straightened, knees replaced. My hips ache from all of the years I ran when I was in my twenties. Tonight in class, my knees, first one, then the other ached. I gingerly stretched and continued with my work-out.
Today, Doug got on the horse. He joined weight watchers. He is doing points plus. Which I have no idea of what that means. I'm doing the old basic weight watchers. I have my points counter. The old points counter that counts fiber, calories and fat. It worked before and it can work again. Now they want to give you all of these extra bonus points. I'm sorry, but I don't do extra bonus points. And you can add points for exercise. If I add points for exercise, I'll never lose. Weight watchers should have a special program for post-menopausal women because it is so difficult to lose after menopause. I keep trying to tell friends who haven't yet gone through menopause lose it now.
Besides working out and eating smart, I'm getting pedis.
How are you being good to yourself?