AARP Wants Me
Well, it's official. I'm old. I got a letter from AARP in the mail yesterday letting me know that I could join for a mere $12.95 and enjoy all of the benefits of membership. What a wonderful time to be 50. I wonder if Madonna and Michael Jackson got letters, too?
My stomach feels sick because I ate two pieces of zucchini bread and a very large brownie. I feel like I'm going to hurl. Gak. I undid all of my hard work from this morning. Spending an hour and a half exercising doesn't make sense if I'm going to blow it eating crap.
I was talking to another girl at the gym today who has also plateaued. She said the weight just won't budge. I don't know if she also ate two pieces of zucchini bread and a very large brownie today, though. But reality is that it isn't just today.
I look at myself, and I look much better. I'm still toning up. Today I had a huge amount of energy—which I've kind of put the kibosh on with my eating. Now I feel like going to sleep. I still have a bulging midsection, though. And that bothers me more than anything else. I'd like to have the aerobics class back. We were doing a lot of sit ups in there. And it was helping. Maybe if we do get it back, the increased intensity of the exercise will help. Maybe sooner or later, something will help.
Being stuck for so long has made me not care what I put in my mouth at times. I still go for the healthier choices (hey, isn't that a brand name?). But sometimes I falter—like today. So that's where I stand.
The weekend is here. And that's a good thing. I'm ready to relax.
