My pants don’t fit

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It’s official.

My pants don’t fit.

It’s been a summer of lakeside living: pastries with my coffee, afternoon coolers on the beach, sipping summer wines with dinner, dessert, lounging, reading, snacking and LOTS of sitting.

You’ll notice the list above doesn’t include a lot of vigorous movement and now it’s catching up with me.

Flowy sundresses and stretchy Lycra bathing suits have been my friends this summer.

One hundred per cent cotton, freshly washed and shrunken shorts, not so much.

Where the Lycra gently stretches to accommodate my ample and, apparently, growing curvature, the snug cotton of the shorts acts more like sausage casing.

And while the blowsy sundresses (think mu-mu) can camouflage their contents to a certain extent, there is no hiding the fact that my body and my shorts are no longer the same size.


Thankfully, the forecast for the next few days is cool and I can lever myself into my long pants (which also contain Lycra!) in order to avoid the harsh reality of the shorts just a while longer.

But, it’s evident to me that in addition to the extensive list of good things I need to build back into my life when I return home next week, such as discipline, order, routine and structure… healthy eating and active living need to be an essential part of that.

Like many women, I’ve had a long-standing love-hate relationship with my body. I’ve never been small or petite, at 5’ 9”, I’m certainly taller than the average woman. And, even though I remember at 15 complaining about the size of my jiggly thighs, I would give my right arm for those slender, muscular, 15-year-old thighs now. If only I had known what they would become!

Years of dieting and discontent have seen my weight yo-yo up and down. Four babies, two in my early 20s and two in my late 30s has compounded the problem. And, the fact that I love food and wine more than I love exercising also doesn’t help.

But I also know that as I age, steadily heading towards menopause, my situation isn’t going to get any better. So I need to do something about it sooner, rather than later.

Perhaps this is where you can help me out?

I DO know that I need to modify the things I eat and the quantities that I eat but I’m not interested in cooking a separate meal for my family. And I don’t want to drastically change the way I eat and start living on smoothies blended with grass and kale and all things green and healthy. That’s not realistic or sustainable for me for me over the long haul. (And, I don’t own a Vitamix nor do I want to buy one!)

I DO know that I need to move my body more, but don’t have the budget for a gym membership or a personal trainer right now, so it needs to be stuff I can do at home, on my own. I DO have a treadmill, so I have no excuses once the snow flies!

So, what else can I do? What’s worked for you? Enquiring minds want to know.

Drop me a line and let me know and I will formulate some hair-brained eating and exercise scheme to get my shorts fitting again by the time we head off on our beach holiday at the end of November. (The holiday that I WON! But, that’s another story.)

I promise to keep you posted on my progress – and if you want to endeavour to do this WITH me, even better! I am a definitely more consistent with accountability than without.

On your mark, get set…

One thought on “My pants don’t fit

  1. I feel your pain. A summer of wearing yoga skirts and dresses makes squeezing into last winter's jeans shocking.

    I have the luxury (she says sarcastically) of not being able to eat gluten. But, I've learned since I've changed my eating habits that going grain free seriously eliminates bloating and general sluggish feelings. Now I try to cut back on most grains (rice, bran, oats, and obviously wheat). I don't know if that would help, or just help you get a jump on things…but it's worked for me.

    And for exercise? It has to be fun, and include variety. I've got about 5 DVDs that I rotate through to mix things up. That keeps me (somewhat) motivated. So does working out first thing. I hate that that means earlier mornings, but it's worth it when I splurge on dessert and a glass of wine on the weekends. 🙂

    And beach holiday! In November! You lucky girl!

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