So, here we go…this is a test of sorts, an attempt to track what I am and am not doing, and also a place to be more open than I would with the world at large. You know, talk about getting older and weight issues, posting pictures of my ass, whatever.
At the seriously advanced age of 44, things could be better, and things could be worse. I want to lose a stone. I want to get back in shape…I miss the feeling of strength, of muscularity, of confidence. I hate my stomach. The skin is good, very good over the body, not many wrinkles around the eyes, pores getting large (inheritance from my mother’s side), breasts still good. I’ve been too afraid to look at my ass for a year or so; monsters may lurk back there.
Tip: wear a bra. Seriously, that is the best thing that you can do to keep your boobs where they belong. Sure, wear the very bare dress on special occasions, go dancing in practically nothing, but otherwise…wear one. Trust me on this…the breasts are pretty much where they started out, haven’t shifted downhill at all. Sleep in one, horrible as that seems. Listen to your Aunt Monica, you’ll all thank me in fifteen years.
Did I exercise tonight? No…although the trek through the far pastures up and down the steep, muddy hills might count for a bit, might work off, oh, say a Lifesaver or something. :(
I suppose this isn’t the most auspicious start.