The Crush

I’ve been on the never ending quest to lose a few pounds. I’m a woman in her 40’s. I know I’m not the only one who thinks about this topic. My doctors all sympathize with my frustrations but keep noting that age often makes it harder to lose. It doesn’t seem fair that I look at food and gain weight but can essentially starve myself and maybe net a half pound loss after three weeks. I’m not particularly vain, but after losing both of my parents at young ages, I am constantly aware of my health. I monitor blood levels at least annually, and just try to do whatever I can to stay healthy. Luckily I’m doing what I can with food choices and exercise to stay at decent levels. But still, I wouldn’t mind fitting into some old clothes again. I am human, after all.

The biggest place to cut, according to the doctors, and my past experiences, is alcohol. Sigh. Sad. I do enjoy a good glass of wine or a cocktail. And I will continue to enjoy them, but now find myself limiting my level of imbibing. I stick to special occasions, or just a really good day. Take this picture for example. A fresh grapefruit and fresh watermelon crush overlooking boats on a blue sky day with my sweetie. 265 calories. In this case? Totally worth it.