Marie's Musings

I’ve known for some time I was putting on weight and lately it has been bothering my breathing as well as my energy level. So I finally got up enough courage to step on the scales to see just how bad the damage was. Carry a twenty-five pound sack of potatoes around for a few days and you’ll know how I’m feeling. Shocked but not surprised. Since my Fella has gone I have not been walking, partly because it was too sad to see the places we enjoyed together (which was every part of the neighborhood), and partly because I no longer had a reason to get dressed and go out. Add to that the fact that I was stuffing my face all the time, especially in the evening watching tv, with comfort food (chocolate, chocolate and more chocolate) and the result was foreseeable. In my twenties it would have been difficult enough to lose those pounds, at this age it looks like an impossibility! However, I now know what I have to do if I want to stop puffing and panting – if not diet, at least learn to eat sensibly. ‘Twon’t be easy but I will HAVE to try.