Happy Thursday! My husband was on vacation this week, lucky him. He cleaned out the basement and found a 10 year old photo of myself and our son. I apparently enlarged it to a 8×10. While I basically look the same, I was heavier back then and dressed like an old lady. I had two chins, I was wearing a camp shirt, way too old for my 47 year old self.
Upon closer inspection of the photo, I realized I only weigh 10 pounds less now than when the photo was taken. Back in 2009, I finally got my act together and lost 60 pounds in 10 months. Surprisingly, I only went down 4 sizes. I discovered thrift store shopping and reinvented my fashion sense.
Gone are the camp shirts and elastic waist pants. In their place chic cardigans and fitted jeans. While I’m currently not my ideal size, I try to dress nice and always have my hair and make up done.
Middle age and menopause are not kind to us women. I kept a majority of the weight off for several years, but the past year I gained back 20 pounds. That 20 was on top of the other 30 that found its way back to me.
Thank goodness for Goodwill, as I’ve purchased several pair of bigger jeans. I currently have four sizes of jeans in my closet. As my butt has gotten larger, surprisingly my top has not.
Here’s where the gravy comes in. My hubby does all the cooking at our house (lucky me). He made some braised beef with the most delightful gravy to ever touch my lips. I was having it for the second time this week. As I was enjoying my leftovers, the photo from 10 years ago was staring at me from the fridge, where my husband so thoughtfully put it on display. Damn, I need to go on diet. I did so well for six years after I lost all that weight, but life happens.
My 40th high school reunion is this year. I will lose the 35 pounds I need to get back to where I’ll be feeling good about myself. I joined a gym two months ago, but health issues have kept me from going. I know, it sounds like excuses, but being a 57 year menopausal woman ain’t easy. Thank god I have nice skin. On the plus size, I was small chested in high school, now I’m stacked. Ha ha!
I think I hear the treadmill calling me.