Gray hair. Wrinkles. Creaky ankles and knees. A sore back. Hell, I think I’m even shrinking.
Getting older sucks.
Now, I’m not old. I am what they would call “middle age”. But damn do I feel… old.
And I’m tired of it.
As those who know me probably remember I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes a while back. I have now been told that my liver enzymes are elevated because I have “fatty liver”. My doctor says (and I quote): “You have fatty liver. The only treatment is to lose weight”. Whelp. Okay then. That was straight to the point. There’s always that.
What’s a middle-aged, fat chick to do? Lose some fucking weight would probably be a good starting point.
It’s so hard to do alone, though. I can hardly get in to ordering boring healthy foods when my husband is sitting across from me eating deep fried mushrooms and a plate full of carbs in one form or another. Or better yet, my daughter snarfing on homemade mac n cheese. Let’s see…. mac n cheese or grilled chicken breast with a side of veg? Hmph
Sooo… my husband just got back some medical/lab results with a message from his doctor to reduce his carbs and to limit fast foods and sugars. Did I mention that we’re getting old? Okay, so maybe unhealthy diet and exercise choices are the real culprit here, but I do still feel pretty damned old.
Anyway. It looks like we are now in this together. Two hearts and minds are better than one, I suppose. I think we’ll be a good support system and hold each other accountable. These are both important when changing your lifestyle.
How do I begin to change my life? My way of living? How can I be an inspiration to my husband to set his own goals? How can I draw inspiration from others to stay on track? How can I inspire myself? I’m not completely sure, but I think between my husband and I we can slay this thing.
Something else that helps: community. Last week I met with a lovely group of ladies from my community to discuss ways to get healthier: mentally, physically, financially, etc. It was a great meeting. We all set personal goals and made a pact to exercise together during the week (pool walking is no joke, folks). My goal for last week: Lose two pounds and meet the ladies for morning exercise at least once. I actually made it to exercise twice (plan on going a third time on Monday) and we’ll find out Tuesday if I lost any poundage.
My goal for this week will be…. Well, I’m not completely sure yet. We’ll see what happens on Tuesday and go from there.