I think one of the reasons middle aged is so named is because everything heads for your middle. I have exercised at Curves for a couple years now and noticed that though many have lost limbs (achieved skinnier arms and legs), they remain thick around the middle. Some think this is God's way of providing extra padding in case we fall down, but even I am not clumsy enough to require this much padding. Exercise makes me feel better in many ways but has had little effect on eliminating excess me. I was stuck on a high plateau. Last year, through Weight Watchers, I was able to lose enough lard to breech the border between obese and overweight. Woohoo! Since then I have been on another plateau, not in the nose bleed section I was in before, but a high plateau nonetheless.
However my plump plateau came in handy at Christmas when both our house and my gut were filled with treats. I discovered a fat fact facet: What doesn't go down, also doesn't go up, at least in the short run--which is the only kind of run I am capable of. My lowly weight loss goal is to lower myself to a lower plateau. Even if I achieve that, it will not change the fact that my high plains have drifted to my middle aged middle. There is no scenic overlook on the high plateau.
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