Well, here in cyber land, I can admit it...I am getting FAT. Maybe FAT stands for Frustrated and Tubby; maybe Fabulous and terrific????
I blame this all on Prevention Magazine. A couple of weeks ago I read an article and it referred to my particular age bracket as being in perimenopause! Wha?????? I am not pleased to have anyting about me having anything even vaguely resembling that "meno" word attched to it. Well, I ran out and bought the suggested vitamins to combat this insidious attacker and somehow, something in me clicked and I became one eating machine. I realize there is no scientific basis for this but I just know it was Prevention Mag and that perimeno. comment. I have probably gained 10 pounds in the last couple of weeks. YIKES! My small children are now afraid of being still for too long...Mommy might need a snack.
My best friend has become Little Debbie and I tell you it is amazing how supportive she is! So, this morning I made a trip to Target and picked up some little yellow dumb bells (theoretically to work on my old lady arms before they catch a west wind and I find myself in California) and an exercise DVD for Belly, Butt & Thighs. My butt isn't much really bigger but I swear it is lower! My thighs could use some firming to be sure...especially noticeable when my dear daughter and her teen-age friends are all around in their little no cellulite bodies... but ultimately it is my gut that needs the work. Prevention Magazine said this was a definite struggle caused by this mysterious perimenopause.
Prevention Magazine....blah, blah, blah.