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Les Femmes d'un certain age

When I started writing this post, I had no clue what age was referred to in the phrase "women of a certain age". My thinking was that if I began viewing myself as a woman of a certain age, then in all likelihood, that was what I was.  It amused me to put as the heading of my post the French phrase, although what I mean is the English version. (If you're confused but interested, read this: http://www.nytimes.com/1995/a-woman-of-a-certain-age)

So what has brought me to this sad but inevitable slide of time? My weight.  (Big shocker I'm sure.) There was a time when I ate pretty much what I wanted and stayed within a certain weight range.  That time is no more. It pains me to admit that in the last 4 years or so, my metabolism has slowed so the same food is causing somewhat unattractive results on my petite frame. Throughout my adult life I have resisted any semblance of dieting, trying to eat well, have junk in moderation and get exercise as best I can.

Now, as of one month, I've been trying to exercise more regularly but the scale isn't budging.  Needless to say I am unhappy about that. I also don't feel I can moan about this too much since I don't need to lose 60 pounds or even 16. A measly 6 is all I want and I'll be happy, but that 6, like any dieter's last 6 pounds, seem elusive.

As surely as my body is changing so too I am feeling the wave of age - increased wrinkles, more aches when I exercise, and now, I don't even mind the little extension after the end of the phrase, "You're in good shape"..."for your age".  Damn right I am and I it will only get better.

I do intend to lose that 6 pounds, and grow my hair long - bucking the trend for older women and start doing karate.

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Austin Trini said…
Short update - I still haven't lost that 6 pounds, but I am now a high orange belt in karate! May 2015.

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