Regardless, I apologize for the lateness of today's blog. I might even save it to post tomorrow, instead.
Today is "W" and war seems to be the obvious choice and can work out nicely but I wanted to write about something that's been bugging me a lot lately. Weight management. Rather, failure to manage my weight.
I look at this picture and I remember when I was the lady on the right (perky boobs and all) and now I'm the lady on the left (if I'm lucky).
I didn't just wake up with weight issues, it was a long process that took place over time. No surprise what got me to this point. yummy foods and several glasses of wine combined with inactivity. When I was a young woman, I'd pull my mom out to go for a run with me since she wanted to lose weight at the time. "Running is so easy to do, Mom. Just hike up your knees and kick forward. Just keep doing that and try to control your breathing while you do it. It's easy," I'd tell her. She'd huff and puff for a half mile and stop just before the passing out point and I couldn't understand why she couldn't just do it.
I'm carrying around a fair amount of extra weight right now and if I had a daughter telling me this, the only thing I'd hike and kick would be her rear end. There is no way I could do today what I was trying to get my mother to do 26 years ago. I'm lucky that I didn't accidentally kill her back then because I'm willing to bet money that it would kill me today.
Unfortunately, I can't place her in the everyday kind of woman category because I believe that when Weight Watchers pick a high profile personality to represent them, then they do what it takes to make sure that person represents them very well. I imagine that w.w not only makes sure she follows their meal plans but provides personal trainers. Heck, they may even pay these personalities money.
I'd further guess that they won't do any of that for someone like me-an everyday kind of woman. Maybe this is just the excuse I tell myself. Probably.
Not to take any of the amazing results from Ms. Holiday because she still had to do the work but I think she had way more incentive than most of us.
(These are my opinions. I don't know for a fact what Weight watchers do with their celebrity clients.)
I thought I had a big butt (and I did but it was shapely. wink. wink) and I thought I had a small pouch for a stomach and in reality, I didn't, it was flat. I was sort of small chested too. I had nice legs though, because they looked like my mother's legs and I knew without a doubt that she had nice legs. But that is what I thought of myself by then.
Basically, okay. Nothing special.
Today, I look at this picture and would love to be back to that "nothing special" figure.
While I probably won't ever be a size 5 again I hope to get closer to that side of the measuring tape to what I am now.
I could use some positive energy vibes toward that goal.