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In my world, there are certain words I prefer to ignore.
Others I banish from my vocabulary altogether.
I label them “uncool” and file them in my mental trash can, never to be uttered again.
Today, however, I am resurrecting one of my long ago buried lame words.
What is that word you might ask?
The word is “diet”.
D. I. E. T.
Yeppers, I am choosing to befriend that once-perceived-ugly, four letter term.
Cause desperate times call for desperate measures!
Not being able to comfortably sit in my favorite pair of jeans equals desperate times, y’all!
A slight struggle with the zipper should have been my first sign that I was heading toward something not so good.
Having to push, shove and basically jump up and down to secure my enlarged lower half within the confines of my denim finery could have been my body doing it’s best to forewarn me of things to come.
Yet the light bulb didn’t go off for me until I sat down…
and couldn’t breath…
all while experiencing the overflow of molten flesh pouring out and over my waistband.
What can I say?
I’m not always one to recognize red flags.
To be perfectly honest, I’m not sure how I got to this point.
Yeah. Yeah. I know it has everything to do with what I have and haven’t done.
But my diet (term for what I eat daily…not the calorie-restricting-grapefruit-only way of living) is generally healthy.
No fast food. Lots of veggies. Absolutely no alcohol. Rarely any sugar.
And I workout.
I’ve been scratching my head and racking my brain in an attempt to figure out how I now find myself to be the proud owner of these extra 5-10 pounds.
The only answer I have is I’m older.
And my cancer-ain’t-coming-back medication does its best to make my body “act” older than it is.
Shall we say, hello menopausal symptoms times 10!!!
But I’m never one to go down without a fight.
I dug deep and I’m pulling out all the stops.
I am now on a 10 week mission.
A mission to eat less, move more and reacquaint myself with my smaller tush!
Let the calorie counting begin!!!
P.S. Any encouraging words and flat out lies about how I don’t need to lose weight will be much appreciated.
Come on, lie to me!