I hit 40 the other day. Yeah, baby! I’ve been looking forward to 40. Reaching it meant I’ve outlived my dad and am smacking the early death curse into a corner. At least holding it back.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted because I fell off the wagon. Way off. The other day I got on the scale and was sad but not surprised to see 240 staring at me. I couldn’t play off being surprised because I know exactly how I’ve been eating and how little I’ve been exercising.
I’ve been thinking about my journey and I decided I’d go back to what worked for me as far as my eating plan. I pulled out my old Richard Simmons’ FoodMover info and am going back to basics. It’s an exchange program based on the old Weight Watchers plan (his words) and similar to the TOPS plan. It helped me get control of my portions better than any other plan I’d tried and I felt really good on it. When I can’t exercise (like this week – gotta love lingering injuries) I can still see a change on the scale and in my energy level.
I am 40 and fab, regardless of my weight. By 41, my inner hottie will be out for all to see!
Good, bad, or ugly, I’ll be posting more regularly. Til then, be well.