Showing posts with label appearance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label appearance. Show all posts

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Suck it up, folks......

My daughter is approaching 30, so I guess it's time to give it up. WAY past time, actually.

You may have even heard me whine this well-worn excuse a time or two: My stomach pooches out due to my (one) pregnancy, the one where I gained 50 pounds. I was 35 at the time, well past the age of a tight, toned body of most 20 year olds who begin child-bearing earlier than I did. Bodies just don't pull themselves back together as quickly as we age. 

Plus, there is the fact that for 9 months, I craved Egg McMuffins and apples. (The apples probably aren't to blame for too much, I admit that; my daughter does love apple juice, though. A lot.) Those yummy egg and cheese muffins, though? They became daily treats, if I'm being honest.

Thirty years is a long time to pull that excuse out whenever I stand in front of a full-length mirror, though, and grouse about that bulge that hovers around my midsection. I work out now--four or five times a week, two of those with a personal trainer--although I always have, sometimes more than others, but I've always paid attention to fitness. I joke that I have great abs under there somewhere, we just can't see them for the layer of "baby" fat I still carry around.

About three weeks ago, I  dragged the weary excuse again out while I was with my trainer and realized how idiotic it sounded. But my irritation with myself didn't answer the question of why all my work has left me with great arms, strong abs, improving legs ....and a fat stomach. Somehow in the midst of a conversation with myself later in the day, I thought "I wonder if I just have let my muscles in that area get lazy and weak, while I rely on my time-worn pregnancy excuse?"

So, what did I have to lose? I sucked in my gut and bam! Much better....except that I couldn't breathe. Well, that's not going to work. I almost gave up (and we know where that would have led......back to talking about baby fat), so I concentrated really hard and pulled my stomach in and practiced some deep breathing until I could do both at the same time. (Coordination has never been one of my strong suits, which my dance instructor can attest to.)

Anyway, it only took about three weeks and the improvement in the appearance (disappearance?) of my mid-bulge is quite amazing! I can pull my gut in AND breathe at the same time. I think I can even see some abs now, unless they are my ribs, but that's good, too, right? (If you are younger than about 50 and are laughing at me right now, STOP it! You'll be here someday and you'll feel bad that you laughed at me.)

Aging and all its consequences are often out of our control. But how many times do we use getting older as an excuse, just because we can?

Suck it up and take back control...whether it's your midsection or whatever consequence of aging taunts you.

A woman has the age she deserves. ~ Coco Chanel

Saturday, May 14, 2011

What do YOU have on your feet?

My daughter has her instructions.

If I ever show up anywhere wearing vinyl shoes purchased from somewhere like the Sunday insert magazine, she has my permission to track me down and rip them from my feet.

What is it with the old lady shoes, anyway? It seems that women over 60 or so, especially those no longer working in the professional world, believe they don't have to pay attention to their footwear. They might sport a chic outfit when they meet their book club, yet wear clunky plastic shoes, as if they think their feet are suddenly invisible.

Oh, I know that feet take a beating over the years. And since our years are adding up, our feet often scream for mercy. But, come on, women! Many of us spend good money for Joe at the salon to hide the gray with color and highlights, a manicurist to shape and polish all 20 of our nails, and a skin care expert to nourish our sagging epidermis. Why, then, don't we spend a few dollars more to buy some stylish comfortable shoes? They're out there, I know.

The economy is bad, yes. But I'm guessing that most women reading this willingly spend money on items or services deemed important for other members of your family. Why do we always come last? It's time we diverted some of those resources for ourselves. Including shoes.

Go ahead. Look at your feet right now.

             Do I have to send my daughter over?


I like Cinderella, I really do. She has a good work ethic. I appreciate a good, hard-working gal. And she likes shoes. The fairy tale is all about the shoe at the end......
Amy Adams