The frump on the left was me about 15 years ago and the fatty on the right was me again, six years ago. Today I look at these photos incredulously. Obviously my 40s were not my best decade. I knew I weighed too much, but honestly didn't realize how bad it was. Here's the amazing thing: People said I was slim ....! Whenever I mentioned I was dieting, they'd frequently ask, "What for?" Either my friends all live in the Land of Make-Believe, or they were just being too kind. Good gravy! Those hips could block traffic! (FYI: This was the Pre-Running Me who tried to justify the extra poundage because of my entrance into middle age.)
Which brings me to now and the on-going battle to never return to THAT, even though my proud title of "Grandma" was established over 10 years ago. For one thing, I'm back on the wagon, dealing with some unwanted summer-induced fat, via another fitness challenge. Fun almost always involves eating and the scales show that I must have packed in a TON of fun this summer. And knowing another fitness challenge (my "safety net") was starting soon, I really let my guard down the last few weeks and completed the ballooning process, arriving at about eight pounds over where I was last spring.
I have discovered that my weight is always lowest in May. Not sure why, other than typically there are no big events during the several months that precede it ...... events like Christmas, or a vacation. Vacations are brutal and I am claiming full victim status. Even those vacations that involve exercise! I can do a four-day-200+-mile-bike-trip and gain two pounds. Even the Hood to Coast, when I ran almost 18 miles in two days, packed on a pound or two. Here's some wisdom I finally learned: Weight loss is 85% about dieting, and 15% about exercise. I put it in BOLD PINK to burn it into your brains! All the exercise in the world, which tones and builds muscle, will NOT make you lighter if you use it to justify brownies. So my HTC aftermath involved the donuts, the DQ blizzard, my favorite Eggs Benedict at the Pig n' Pancake, and the rest of the candy-filled blur .... more than it did the running.
The wedding of Favorite Second Son and Favorite Second DIL (the highlight of our summer by the way) ...... Let's pause and admire this lovely scene .....
| A great day! (Here's a fun tidbit: The young eagle scout in the first picture above, |
and the groom in this picture, are one and the same.)
|And I'm adding this photo just because I like it. |
Favorite (MARRIED!) 2nd Son and me.
.... anyway, it didn't help either. One of my downfalls is Swiss cheese. And there was a LOT of it (along with the rest of the menu) left over from the wedding luncheon we hosted. Which (the cheese) I ate. On crackers. For days. Yum. (Fortunately none of the wedding cake made it to our house.)
The above "before" photos need an "after" shot, so here I am, about to run my last leg in the HTC, a few weeks ago. I was within about five pounds of my ideal high-school-graduation weight and, after almost a week on our current fitness challenge, is about where I'm at right now. (Another by-the-way: Do you GET that I LOVE fitness challenges? Absolute life-savers!)
And you'll have to go here to see me last spring, after a previous highly successful fitness challenge and ..... AT my high-school-graduation weight. It's where I plan to be in a few weeks ..... just before we embark on another food-fest (AKA a cruise) then roll on into those pesky fudge-packed holidays .... meaning I start all over again in January.
If only it could be May all year long.