It finally caught up with me. As hard as I tried to out-run it, the middle age spread has hit me right smack in the abdomen. The hit is a hard one to stomach (pun intended). As one who always tried so hard to take care of the figure bestowed upon me, I admit to shame. There are some who can laugh at themselves while stating that they aren't fat, they're fluffy. This appears to be the fluff that won't go away. Unlike pillows that tend to lose their fluffy qualities over time, this fluff is determined to stay.
Where, Oh Where Did My Little Tum Go?
While I never enjoyed what some lucky souls enjoy as somewhat of a sexy, “Barbie” doll figure, I still resided within a physical state of which to be proud, little tummy included. Yes, I was one of “those” people. I never sat still unless I was forced, and still only sit still while I'm working at the computer. I can't even watch a movie without getting up a few times. (Needless to say, I avoid movie theaters. It's just too hard to return to your seat in the dark in a crowded room!) I really did worry that one day my little tummy would be no more, but I truly hoped it would hit somewhere in the latter years of, oh, at least the seventies. HA Little did I know what the forties would have in store for my unsuspecting physique! Where did my little tum go? Apparently it went wherever my thirties have gone, deep into the abyss of the unknown.
The Spread With No Flavor
Though there are all sorts of yummy spreads out there, this middle-age spread definitely lacks flavor. It's just plain depressing. I look in the mirror and I see tasteless bulging fat rolls. It's disgusting. No, I do not, by any means, intend to insult anyone. I'm speaking of my own dilemma and only my own dilemma. If there are people out there who are offended, please forgive me, but I do have a right to critique my own figure. This spread is hard to camouflage. I feel uncomfortable in my clothes. I can't stand to look at myself in the mirror, and yet I do anyway because I just find it so hard to believe the spread won't go away.
No Clue What to Do
Unfortunately, I've tried diets, diet pills, exercise, more water, more exercise, stress relief, restructuring my eating plan so that it isn't a diet but is more sensible, herbal teas, and even exlax. Yes, I stooped low on the desperate scale! I still find it hard to sit still for any length of time, unless I am at the computer. In fact, my family complains because I move around so much. But I'm clueless what to do next. It's a mystery of life at this point. I have no clue what to do next.
So, What is My Point?
Maybe it would help if I knew what my point is, but I don't even know that much. I suppose I wanted to write an article that would appeal to others who have fought the middle age spread and are stuck with no clue how to proceed. Is there comfort in numbers? Well, usually it does at least pacify me to know I'm not the only one. So, maybe there are others out there who will read this and know that they are not the only ones as well. Maybe just knowing that will help inspire them to keep trying. When we give up, that's when it's all been for nothing. I feel like I am determined not to let the fate of fatness overtake me completely. If I give up, all I have tried, all the effort I have put forth, all my hopes will have been for nothing. If I were the type of person who could be comfortable with myself no matter how big or small, that would be great. But I'm not. I don't need to be skinny to be happy. I just want to get back to my comfort zone. I suppose that is the point. That's what weight is all about. A person must be in their comfort zone to be happy with themselves.
Don't Give Up Yet
If there are others out there who have been told, “You're not fat. What are you complaining about”, have faith. You aren't the only one. It seems anyone bigger than me has that same perspective. If they're bigger, they assume I have no right to be unhappy with myself. No, I'm not as big as a house, but until I can feel safely returned to my own comfort zone, I don't want to give up yet. And neither should anyone else who struggles with their middle-age spread. If we give up, we just get even bigger. Maybe the work we've done has at least kept us from becoming even bigger than we are now, with even more weight to fight off. Maybe it is at least slowing down the process. So, don't give up yet. One day that hump we need to get over will appear and get behind us!
