No. No. No. I’ll write more than that. 🙂
I’ve always been able to eat quite a bit and stay fairly slim. I’m tall, active and conscious of calories, food, and how to stay in-check. If my clothes were getting a bit tight, I could eat better for a few days and get back on track quickly.
Then I turned 50 year old. I had always heard that number from older friends as a definite, finite, shift in one’s body efficiency. It’s so true. It’s like a switch was thrown from the pudgy gods, and my body rules changed in, oh, so many ways.
Six months before I was 50, I started my current job. Immediately, my sciatica started acting up, a bulging disc in my back began, and my hips started giving out. I started following apart all at once. Three years later and I am 60 lbs heavier than I was before starting. (At my peak it was 80lbs.) How can that be?
The Washington Post wrote an article that the average American gains weight through their 20s and 30s and weight gain peaks at 50ish.
Seems about right. I should be happy because I should start losing weight according to this graphic.
My sciatica was easy to fix with a few stretches to loosen it up. That bulge in my disc finally burst. It was tough, but after it bursts, the pain is instantly gone. My hips though, I let the pain go on for far too long. Last summer, I couldn’t move much more than the walk to the restroom, and the long walk from my parked car to my desk was a complete killer. I couldn’t move which depressed me, so I ate. Work was stressful, so I ate. I was going through menopause, so I ate. The perfect storm.
This summer my activity level is the complete opposite as last summer’s vegetative state, but the pounds don’t come off as easily as before I was 50. It’s going to be a long haul to get off these pounds, but I suppose I’ll get there. Maybe.