Susan, over at Happy Hag got me thinking with this question, quoting Patty, at Sistah Pat: at what age can you say the hell with it and slip gradually into the “Grandmotherly Figure”?
Well, I’d say I’ve accomplished the grandmotherly figure and surpassed it!
Now that I’m fast approaching GREAT-grandchildren (Lord willing), I am fighting to ditch the grandmotherliness-plus. Yes I’m tired of looking like a blimp. But I’m even more tired of feeling and acting like a man-made mountain (trash mountain).
I WANT MY LIFE BACK!
And, I’m getting it. Gradually. I’m actually down just over 40 pounds in just over 4 years. Not a great accomplishment, but then one way I got up to 150 pounds over weight was by gaining 10 pounds a year for 10 years. After that (long story short), I reallly let go and piled on the last 50 pounds even faster.
Looks are important - to an extent. They affect how we feel about ourselves and they also affect how people think about us and treat us. But that’s not the worst.
The worst is, gradually I had to give up things I wanted to be doing and give up doing things with people because - I just couldn’t. Many of my friends have succumbed to gaining weight, sitting in a chair and waiting life out while watching TV or such. Did you know that invites disease?
Not me!
I WANT MY LIFE BACK!
And, I’m taking it back. And, I’m picking up the pace. And, I’m enjoying the changes. Already I have a great life, much improved. And…
YOU AIN’T SEEN NOTHIN’ YET!
I’m taking my life back. No blaming, no hostages, no excuses. I’m having a blast! How about you?



