Still no grand baby...my daughter is home and dilated to one.
Betty over at A Corgi in Southern California, blogged about weight loss and her plan to lose it. She got me motivated to confess too. Since we have moved to Nevada, almost four years now, I have become the most sedentary I have ever been.
I can't really blame blogging, because I have only been doing it for a year and a half...but I have been on the computer emailing and playing games more than I ever have. I have packed on a good twenty pounds since moving here. Course, the buffets and incredibly delicious restaurants near by don't help either. My body type must be an Apple. I have bird legs and a big bulge around my middle. It squeezes northerly to my upper arms, which look like flying squirrel wings. My lower chin hangs down past my neck like a turkey and my cheeks look like I am storing nuts for the winter.
My husband works a ton of hours so when he gets home, he pretty much eats dinner and zones out. We have our date night once a week, and despite him yawning, he does his best to be good company. We have gotten in a rut when we go out. We used to get a good share of out of town company, which kept us busy and "on the go"... Once a month we used to meet with friends for dinner and conversation or play cards. We used to go to the occasional show at one of the Hotel/Casinos. Every now and then, we would pop over to one of his two sons and visit with their families. We used to take Izzy and go walk around the District or Town Square, which are out door, dog friendly malls. We used to go to concerts every now and then...Now, most of the time, go out to dinner, see a movie and play a little Keno afterward.
I would rather do something new, something more fun....like dancing. Every time my husband asks, "What do you feel like doing tonight?" , I say, "Let's go dancing". He laughs, and we go do the same ol' thing. I know he is stressed from his work and desperately needs to retire... Maybe after he retires, he will dance with me again. We used to dance all the time when we were dating. I guess when the ring goes on the finger, the dancing shoes go as far back in the closet as he can hide them!
I have started dancing alone at home to loud music for about an hour. I am huffing and puffing turning fire engine red and have to take a shower to cool down. Izzy thinks I am playing with her and jumps around with me or attacks my feet.
I want to get a Hula Hoop. The one I bought is a cheapo from Wal-Mart. Its hot pink and lights up. I can't keep it going, and I am getting bruises up and down my legs. I need the heavy one with the weights in it. I used to be an excellent "hooper" and would win contests. I desperately need to whittle down my middle... Everything I read says the bigger your waist, the bigger chance of a heart attack.
We have a state of the art gym up at our Rec Center which is free for everyone in our community. It has an indoor pool and all kinds of equipment. Of course, I don't use it. I tried. But, other people's sweat grosses me out...even when there are signs all over to wipe the machines down...I don't care. It's probably an excuse. I never have liked exercise or gyms, let's be honest.
I used to be so skinny most of my life. I could eat whatever I wanted and had to drink those meals in a can along with my meals to GAIN weight. No chance those days are coming back...
So what am I going to do about it? I don't know yet, but admitting I have a problem is the first step...right?