Happy Turkey Day!

As chief cook and bottle washer today, I know what I'll be nippin' between prepared dishes...

Enjoy your day, hopefully, with family, friends and loved ones.   

I Found My Waist

Uh, no, that's not me.  But I do have great news to report since my last post about the state of my body vis a vis the exercise plan to which I am committed last March.

I have lost a total 16 1/2 inches and 6 lbs!  As of May, I had lost 8 inches and 3 lbs.   As of yesterday, I had lost another 8 1/2 inches and 3 lbs and my BMI was lower and I am getting back my figure.  Four days a week, 45 minutes to an hour per workout, sweating like a pig, limbs shaking after the session...I am on a serious roll.

My trainer, whom I do not see as frequently as in the beginning, wants me to diet now in order to lose 10 more lbs and lower the BMI to a respectable level.  Her point is,  I can exercise to lose weight but cutting out most carbs and sticking to nutrition high in protein, fruits and veggies will lower the fat %  I'm still carrying.  The next 3 months, leading into the Bacchanalian fest of Thanksgiving, will be devoted to lowering the carb intake. 

That means little or no wine.  Wish me luck!

En Vino Veritas

I am a wino. No two ways about it. I like my wine and, like a Lay's potato chip, I bet I can't drink just one glass.

I notice many of my female friends, girlfriends, women friends, women my age have the same addiction. They like their wine and they are emphatic about it! One very good friend of mine went on an intense Weight Watcher's diet plan for a year. She was religious about following the point structure and what did she save her extra points for? Her wine! Another friend, the mother of six beautiful raucous daughters who all like to party, will give up her food and will diet but she says she'll never give up her wine.

I think someone should do a scientific study of menopausal women and wine. I really think that's when the addiction sets in. Men don't seem to have it. Maybe it's the sugar, maybe it's something else, like a beer or scotch fetish, but I just don't notice this affection for wine in men. Start looking around at your mothers or co-workers or older sisters friends and colleagues and see what you think.