It would seem like I put on a pound for every year.
- In my teens I was around 105- 110 pounds,
- in my 20s it became 110 -115 pounds,
- in my thirties 115 -120 pounds.
- Now in my 40s, it is 125-130 pounds.
What happened to 120-125 pounds? That never happened. Having two babies in my late 30s elevated or promoted me straight to 125-130 pounds skipping the in between. In fact after the babies, my height or peak weight was 145 pounds.
It took me a lot of sheer hard work and determination and eating like a bird to lose the 20 pounds from 145 to 125 pounds. Breastfeeding did not do it for me. In fact it made me put on weight because I was so hungry all the time, I ate all the time including in the middle of the night.
Now, the man has joined a gym. Hmmmm… that puts me in a spot. For health reasons, my man started dieting and he shed those pounds, not that he was fat to begin with but now he looks even leaner. I feel that it is so unfair that when a man sheds pounds, the pounds just disappears into thin air. There is no loose skin left behind. Now, if a woman were to shed pounds like that, she would soon appear haggard with loose skin hanging everywhere.
Back to my dilemma. With my man doing workouts at the gym, I can’t help but imagine all those sleek looking ladies at the gym surrounding him. Ouch! So now I can no longer remain complacent. Oh nosiree.
In fact, I’ve got a new challenge for myself. I shall do 30-45 minutes of zumba or whatever else dance for fitness each day, five days a week, resting on weekends where I shall resist the urge to indulge in food. I eat quite well during the week accept weekends so I need weekend control. So 30-45 minutes of exercise 5 days a week and 2 days of resisting the urge to gorge on food and we’ll see what happens.
P.S. I wish I got wiser every year instead of fatter each year. 😛