I haven't blogged for quite some time but have thought about it often. For the six of you that followed my original blog, it started as an exercise challenge to myself: 30 minutes for 100 days. Basically a few witty sentences about my exercise and thoughts thereof for that day. I like blogging. Not so much for exercising. Next I blogged about exercising for 60 minutes 90 days in a row. I have an 80% success rate. Whatever.
Actress Mindy Kahil said, "It takes a lot of effort to look like a normal chubby woman." Right about that Mindy! I estimate that I exercise about 42 weeks a year. 70 days a year I may be traveling with 'an athlete', enjoying a holiday or just choosing to sit on my ass. It seems like the other 294 days should offset that time but it doesn't. Fucking menopause. Or technically perimenopause because menopause is the one exact day you don't have your period in that 12th month. Who keeps track? I recently went 4 months without a period only to get it at the exact worst time. An experience I am still not ready to talk about and can barely acknowledge to myself.
I'm still exercising and proud of the fact that when I do exercise it is with intensity for at least 30 minutes and it is for at least a totally of 60 minutes five days a week. I have, of course, gained 5 pounds of girth around my middle during this process so that basically sucks.
One could argue that it's food related. More specifically wine induced. And I am willing to hold a few extra lbs in order to live my life as a normal social chick. I can tell ya that I gained those lbs last May when my mother visited for the Athlete's graduation. Both are to blame for the stress hormones that raged into my body then got lazy and never left. Fucking menopause.
I hate to make this new first post short but I've been sitting on my ass for too long and, I read this the internet so it must be true, thick waisted, chubby menopausal people need to move more. Plus it's lunch time ...