As I grow older, I can no longer do what I used to do. DUH!
There was a time when I would fast for a day and drop a few pounds. I would run a bit and work out a bit and lose another pound. But no more. Not after the big Five-Oh. I swear it is all downhill after that. You young whipper-snappers should make sure you stay fit now. Or if you’re not, get fit while you can. I remember it getting hard after forty–and believe me, it takes extra work–but after fifty, fuhgedaboudit. It ain’t happening.
For one thing, I can’t run without having my ankles get sore, or my knees aching for a few days. Of course, being the stubborn mule that M accuses me of being–and she is always right–I’ve been running this summer anyway, with zero, zip, nada results. When M was in Japan in June, I was running about… um… 15 miles total a week–three or four miles over about four days. But I didn’t lose a bit. In fact, I gained a few pounds. When M came back she told me I looked rounder, and I protested even though I knew I had gained some weight. but heck, I’ve been running, aches and all, and I was convincing myself that the weight was the muscles I had put on my legs.
Well, after checking what I had been eating while she was gone–what kind of sleuthing she did, I will never know–she told me what’s what. I’d have to run the Indy 500 to lose weight after eating Cheetos and Fritos and seseme crackers–gawd I love these things–and other assorted foods. Six slices of a fully stacked large pizza will do nothing for my waistline either. But I was hungry from all the running, I protested. And pizza isn’t as bad as that mercury laden tuna, right? She told me very frankly that one slice of pizza has the equivalent number of calories as a small meal, so I virtually ate a small family’s worth of pizza.
With arms folded, fingers drumming on her bicep, she told me that’s what I get for eating out all the time. But I cooked pretty often. Like what? Like, um, macaroni casserole with Italian sausage, cheese, and crumbled Fritos on top for some crunch. It was pretty good. Should I make it tonight? You can imagine her answer.
Her main point was that I was taking in too many simple carbohydrates–pizza crust, macaroni, corn chips–thereby allowing my body to change it into sugars that are then stored as fat. FAT!
So now, I am on a more manageable diet. Although I am personally dying. Atkins Diet is a war against carbs, but according to M, it isn’t balance. So I’m eating a kind of Onigiriman modified Atkins. No simple carbs so I can’t eat pizza or regular rice. Of course, I cannot have any sugar carbs, such as candy, choclate and Chewy Spree. But I allow myself to eat half a bowl of brown rice a day or a slice of whole wheat bread or cereal. Also, I will eat some fruits which is usually a BIG NO-NO for Atkins, but I need to satisfy myself someway otherwise fall into the trap of binging later and rebounding. Besides, I only eat fruit once or twice week.
As for exercise, I’ve been walking and walking and walking. Since there is less impact stress in walking, I have fewer aches, and am encouraged to walk more. I walk approximately 3.5 to 4 MPH at least an hour a day, and when possible three hours–and hour in the morning, afternoon and night, which would equal 10 to 12 miles. Walking before bed does wonders. You fell really skinny when you wake up. Not that I’m skinny of course. But when M came home from Japan, I had ballooned to 169 pounds, but am now down to 161 in about 5 weeks.
I hope I can keep it up even after school begins. Maybe if I lose enough, M will let me eat stuffing on Thanksgiving.