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honeybunch
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I just wanted to brag and at the same time offer encouragement to anyone older out there who thinks they cannot change they way they look, or how their clothes fit. At the same time, offer a lesson that your perception of yourself and how you look is not always accurate.
As I've been saying, for the past few months I've been focusing REALLY hard on working my legs with weights, primarily to get rid of all the jiggle, and have found myself getting more compact and too small for some of my britches (size 6). I tried on some shorts and threw the too-big ones in a pile for my daughter-in-law to try on when she came over yesterday, and when she came over I looked at her, I thought, "I dunno....," 'cause she looked smaller than me.
Anyway, she tried on the shorts and they fit her! What a kick! At age (nearly) 52 I weigh what I did when I got married (the first time) in 1970, and wear britches smaller then my 29 yr. old daughter-in-law.
The moral of the story is: Don't give up, it can be done! You CAN outsmart the female fat cell, and whip your trouble spots into shape.
Now I have to steel myself to go to the basement and do Circuit Max with extra leg work, and crawl back on the good habit eating wagon after my picnic yesterday. Lots of junk food, and I really went for it.
"Go out there and make it a good day!" "Just do it," and all that other go-get 'em stuff.
As I've been saying, for the past few months I've been focusing REALLY hard on working my legs with weights, primarily to get rid of all the jiggle, and have found myself getting more compact and too small for some of my britches (size 6). I tried on some shorts and threw the too-big ones in a pile for my daughter-in-law to try on when she came over yesterday, and when she came over I looked at her, I thought, "I dunno....," 'cause she looked smaller than me.
Anyway, she tried on the shorts and they fit her! What a kick! At age (nearly) 52 I weigh what I did when I got married (the first time) in 1970, and wear britches smaller then my 29 yr. old daughter-in-law.
The moral of the story is: Don't give up, it can be done! You CAN outsmart the female fat cell, and whip your trouble spots into shape.
Now I have to steel myself to go to the basement and do Circuit Max with extra leg work, and crawl back on the good habit eating wagon after my picnic yesterday. Lots of junk food, and I really went for it.
"Go out there and make it a good day!" "Just do it," and all that other go-get 'em stuff.