Jelly Belly

Lately, I've been obsessed with the state of my midsection. I'm a girl, sue me! I bought a 3-month membership at my sister's gym at the beginning of the month and I've set certain goals that are to be met by June 1st. If I reach them, then I'll keep the membership in order to maintain, if not ... I'm not spending another cent at the gym. I'm just going to buy bigger clothes.

Anyway, I read a few interesting things this morning from the YOU docs:
First of all they say that stress makes you fat. Well, it doesn't make me fat because when I'm stressed I CAN'T eat. I think the calories in wine have made me fat. Well, not fat but not where I used to be. Just to be clear, I'm not unhappy with the weight that I am. I tried for many years to gain weight now I just wish I could redistribute it. They also say this:

Blasting belly fat isn’t hard. If you’re not overweight but still have an oversized waist, the fastest way to shrink your omentum is by walking. Taking a brisk 30-minute walk each day will keep those fat cells from expanding. Pick up the pace some, walk a little longer, and you can give your omentum a makeover, turning a flabby apron of omental fat into sheer mesh again. After 30 days of walking, start doing resistance exercises as well to add muscle and lose inches -- otherwise you’ll hit a plateau.

I can do that with a few modifications. I won't walk outside because it's still cold out and I'm allergic so I take advantage of the treadmill and I usually jog for twenty minutes and then lift weights. I forgot to mention that with the membership I got three free appointments with a trainer. The first two visits were easy but the third visit, which was yesterday was a killer. I think this guy secretly hates women or something ... or maybe it just seemed so bad because I hadn't been inside a gym for about fourteen years. In any case, I am hurting this morning. My calves, thighs, biceps, triceps and chest. All of it. Which is how it's supposed to be I guess. When I was lifting on my own I stayed in a certain comfort zone which wasn't helping me at all.

Here's another interesting tidbit from the docs:

First, don’t rely on your scale. As you start to reduce risky belly fat, your weight may temporarily go up. So ditch the scale in favor of the tape measure. If you’re a woman, your waist should be 32.5 inches; if you’re a man, 35 inches. Creep past 37 inches for women or 40 for men, and the health dangers increase.

I don't have a scale at home so I don't rely on that anyway. I was recently weighed at my doctor's office and at the gym and both scales said the same thing. I do have a tape measure though. According to these guys my waist is just fine ... but they've never seen me naked.

I'm on a mission.

What Would You Do?

Buy a new wardrobe that will compliment your new fuller, curvier frame

OR

Spend that money on a gym membership so you can lose some friggin' weight and get friggin' healthy and be able to wear a friggin' bathing suit this summer

I know, I know

Weight a Minute!

I have never in my lifetime been concerned with my weight. Well, for a few years I was concerned that I was underweight. After I had my kids I lost all the baby weight and then some and the results were NOT cute. Trust me, I'm 5'7" and 115-120 lbs is NOT cute.

Folks blamed it on high metabolism. Some thought I had an eating disorder. I believe I figured out what the problem was with the help of my diligent (read: pain in the butt) boyfriend and a few doctors. It's a complicated story that involves an endoscopy and plummer vinson syndrome. As a result I finally began to gain weight and was looking more than cute.

Today, I think I exceeded my weight gain goal because I can no longer comfortably fit into any of my jeans. And the cute dresses that I bought during the summer ... not so cute. If the weight were only in my butt and boobs, that would be okay but it also gathered around my midsection. I actually look like a rectangle. What the heck is that about? I went to the doctor in October and I was up to 141. This is the most I've ever weighed, not including pregnancy.

No, I don't think I'm overweight but I don't want to shop for a whole new wardrobe. So, this weekend I did something that I have never done. While at the grocery store I purposely looked for products that said "less fat", "low fat" or "non-fat" on the label.

Oh the horror!