It didn’t matter what I ate, I never could gain any weight.
Then I turned 40 and things changed.
I found myself a bit chubbier than I wanted to be. Sure I was still relatively thin, but there were places that held more fat than I wanted. I could pinch inches. And I did. Unhappily.
Ugh. 40. Why’d you do this to me. What did I do to you?
I sat around for a better part of a month lamenting on this and came up with a few reasons this was happening. It was baby weight. But that really didn’t fly. You see, my “baby” turns 3 this month.
Then I faced the truth, packed in the pity party and faced it. I was older. My metabolism slowed down. And I needed to exercise. More. A lot more.
I decided to make some changes. I started to see a nutritionist. In an effort to learn more about food and lose those extra few pounds that wanted to hang around.
It was interesting, I thought I was eating well, and for the most part I was, but I definitely had to make some improvements. More vegetables, more fiber, less carbs. I learned about healthy fats, incorporated better meals and more greeens into my diet.
I invested in me and hired a trainer. For 10 weeks now, he’s put me to the test, hasn’t let me slacked. And helped me lose those 5 extra pounds. Those inches and pinches.
But more important then losing the weight? I feel good. I think I look good.
So 40 – I’m loving you. I’ve adapted to all that you bring. I can handle all that you throw at me. I’ll work with you because frankly, I have no other choice. :)
Did you notice a difference as you aged?