Fitness Update
I have taken to power walking for an hour on a treadmill at a steep incline at least five days a week. Aside from sore leg muscles, I don't have much to show for it. No, that's not true, my blood pressure has lowered a bit, it's even out of the prehypertension range every once in a while. I know my BP is pretty damned good for someone over 40,
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I love food. I love dining out. I love pasta. I love cheese. I have to give all that up now, don't I?
I've currently started an "eating plan" that consists of egg whites and cottage cheese for breakfast, skinless chicken and broccoli for dinner, and a sandwich for lunch that will feature the only carb-filled bread I eat all day. The rest of the hours are filled with veggies, water, and diabetic meal replacement shakes. It's not impossible to stick to, because as long as I'm not going hungry I'm good. But I've found when I'm feeling emotional, I'm suddenly at a loss for what to do with myself.
I'm forced to realize just how much eating food has become a psychological thing, far beyond nourishing my body or ending hunger. Whatever other pleasures I feel I'm denied in life are supplemented by food, and I see that now because I actually feel a bit depressed when I can't just grab my old favorites anymore. I can't believe I actually thought I'd escaped that family habit just because I'm one of the more fit females in my family. Turns out I've just used exercise, a younger metabolism, and halfhearted attempts to mostly eat right to merely delay the inevitable. I'm an eater, just like my mother, sister, aunts, and cousins, and now I have to go against that conditioning.
But it's either that, or wear elastic waistbanded clothes that would fall off my husband for the rest of my life as I ride the fast car to full-blown diabetes and any other surprises my genetics have in store.
And I'm turning 42 this month, so you're not far off. :)
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