I’d read about it for years: Weight gain around the middle is common in menopause.
And in recent years, I’ve read more and more: Weight gain around the middle is dangerous, especially in menopausal women.
Dangerous not just for wearing a bathing suit when you finally get to visit Hawaii.
Dangerous for your health.
I’ve never had a great stomach.
Well, let me clarify.
It’s great for eating cake with buttercream frosting and burritos lathered in sour cream.
It’s just not so great for looking svelte in knit dresses or bathing suits of the one or two piece variety.
The Menopause Goddess (who we all know is Ms. Qurikypants Do As She Pleases) has not been gracious to me in this area: the area of my marshmallow stomach.
Or is this not menopause at all? Is this just me eating too much and paying oh so NO attention to that distasteful word: MY CORE.
Not the core of my being. I like working on that.
The core of my body.
Menopause or sloppiness or a bit of both, I’m going to try to have some of my marshmallow melt away by summer. My friend for this ride is going to be My Fitness Pal.com. Since this program means I get to spend more time online, I’m having fun with it so far.
May I have a few volunteers to promise to question me about my success (0r failure) come the First of July?
Photo: In lieu of a photo of my menopausal stomach, I offer this old Campfire Marshmallow tin. It’s a good thing the tin isn’t filled with marshmallows anymore. A few weeks on My Fitness Pal, and I might be ready to woof down five pounds of marshmallows in nothing flat.
P.S . For those of you who remember my Naked Church post at the start of the new year, the visualizing, bad as it was, wasn’t scary enough. Hence, the new plan.
P.P.S: The winner of the tube of Valera has been notified. Thanks to all who entered the giveaway.