I really am not enjoying the aging process all that much. I'm honest if nothing else, and I'm here to tell you that weird things happen to your body after a certain age. For me it was 44. It might happen to you at an earlier age, but I wouldn't know about that. Forty-four is when things started happening to me.
First, I started putting on the weight. Five pounds one year and then five pounds the next and then . . . you get it. That was kind of unexpected since I had been the same weight since high school. Forty odd years is a long time to not have to worry about the numbers on a scale. Sheesh, I delivered four children and returned to my pre-pregnancy weight of 105 lbs. within weeks each time--and one weighed in at over 10 lbs. It's still shocking to me as well, and he's 28.
I did my best to accept the new and improved twenty-five-pound-heavier body. Really, 105 is kind of sickly looking, and size 8 is quite popular at the thrift stores.
Another thing that happens at a certain age is your luck changes--oh, yeah, I don't believe in luck--okay, your ability to dodge danger and avoid accidents changes. That I-can-do-anything-without-breaking-my-neck phenomenon begins to disappear. Ankles twist funny like and you are less likely to hang onto a bucking horse and tow trucks hit you from behind for no good reason. Don't ask me to explain it. It just happens.
And you get to take ibuprofen on a regular basis and avoid fun activities like roller skating and weeding the garden and wearing high heels and of course, exercising. I'm quite certain that I am exercise-resistant because of my inability to dodge danger and avoid accidents.
A few months ago, I read an article in Prevention about a new diet. I am all about reading about diets, just as I am all about reading cookbooks. I find both subjects fascinating actually. I ended up buying the book on my next shopping trip because this diet specifically targets belly fat--not just any old fat--but the pinch-an-inch that turned into the grab-a-slab type while you weren't looking as you aged gracefully.
I don't want to bore you with the technical stuff, so I'm going to tell you that the secret to losing belly fat can be found in eating MUFAs (monounsaturated fatty acids). The theory is that good fat (MUFAs) does something to bad fat and it disappears. I don't really want to explain it--mainly because I don't really care how it works, and somebody already wrote a whole book on the subject.
My point is that it worked for me--and I have a picture to prove it--without me doing much but eating the right thing at the right time. Notice that I didn't say that it worked because I stopped eating something, but rather that I started eating something. Isn't that an interesting diet? I think so too! While my friends sweated at the gym and took part in biggest loser competitions, I sat around and ate olives, nuts, and dark chocolate. And the pounds came off! About fifteen of them!
I realize that these photos are not all that great or attractive. It would have been better if I had taken an actual before photo, but I didn't know there was going to be an after. Let me just tell you that all my pants now fit like this. And believe me, they didn't a few months ago.
I think I've become a bit obnoxious with my constant chatter about eating MUFAs. For staff appreciation day a few weeks ago, one adorable child gave me a jar of olives. And I've already eaten every last one of them!