The Great Shape Up

So the other day I discovered some serious flab on my body. How/when did that get there? I thought come on, I walk for a mile or two every single day (in all kinds of extreme weather) with Mr. Duncan, how did this happen? Years ago I accepted the fact that I will always be curvy (ok, it's a nice word for "a little chubby" ). And though I have never had a flat abdomen, I've never had a volume of sagging flesh there either. ICK. GROSS. I try to eat right, try is the key word here, and I must admit I've been indulging too much lately. I can't seem to get enough chocolate. Oh, and butter, I smear it on bread and graham crackers mostly, and it's soooo yummy.

"It's age isn't it?" I asked this of my sister who is very wise and older and more knowledgable than me. She confirmed my suspicion. The older you get, the more things go downhill she told me. Sigh. At 48 years old, what will I look like 58? I'm concerned, very concerned. No, no, no can do, and I won't ever accept that. I am determined to fight it every step of the way.

This morning I dragged out my Gazelle and worked out. I forgot how fun this really is, truly. It's actually entertaining with earphones blasting the Twin Cities local FM Cool Oldies channel, a fabulous workout was had. It is wondrous machine, and why oh why did I ever stop using it? Oh ya, now I remember, it had something to do with getting up at the crack of dawn. I can't sleep at night if I work out in the evening, and well, I do have to work during the day. Sigh. Well I guess rising at the crack of dawn isn't the worst, the sagging expanse is. I am positive that the wondrous Gazelle will combat this sign of aging.

Stay tuned, hopefully, in a couple months I hope to be writing that I've toned my body and that though I will still be curvy, I won't be sagging anymore ;) I have my fingers crossed.