To Short For My Weight

Today I have decided to use blue to print my blog. The reason I have chosen blue is because that is the way I feel. I have reached a point in my life that I am gaining weight without doing anything different. I'm not eating more or exercising less. If anything I am actually doing more than I have been in the last few months. It's not the number on the scale I am concerned with it's the fact that I can no longer wear my wedding rings. Yep, chubby finger syndrome. If this is not an actual medical condition it should be, because it has multiple symptoms. It starts out as I can't fit in my jeans anymore syndrome and progresses to I think my shirts have shrunk in the belly area syndrome. Then one day when you least expect it you are pulling your rings off and need soap to get them over your knuckle. For me chubby finger syndrome is unacceptable. Now over the next few months until I either start fitting back into my clothes or I buy moo-moos to wear I am going to do everything possible to get this thing fixed. I know I am not as young as I used to be, but that doesn't mean I have to become large and out of control. I feel like a bloated Golden Girl. I just realized the other day that I would be turning 49 in a few months. Forty nine!!! Where did my late thirties go? I used to lie about my age in my early thirties and tell people I was in my late forties. My idea behind this was that I may not look great for being in my thirties but looked awesome for being in my late forties. The only problem with still using this method to look younger is now I don't look good for my late forties, but I look about average for my late fifties. UGH!!! I thought I had found a system that would see me through until death and as I slowly slipped away my family could smile when they told people, "She was so young..." as long as no one could do math. LOL! 
Starting today I resolve to exercise, but try to sneak into it. I will start by riding the stationary bike everyday this week then next week find something else to do. If I sneak these things into my daily schedule maybe my body won't realize it is work and accept it as a regular routine. Just in case this doesn't work I suggest you start saving your pennies and get ready to buy stock in moo-moos and spanks. 

Holding on to 24,
Tamee

P.S. This has got to work because if I haven't said it before the countdown has started. I have 3 years left before I have a vow renewal and I refuse to not fit into the dress I have picked out.