Well, I’m back! It’s been several months since I last posted. I have no excuse because I have most certainly had the time, but this damn Covid sucked the motivation right out of me. In my last blog post, I talked about my plan to hopefully lose some weight. I made NO promises to either myself or to anyone else for that matter; that way there would be no guilt. Most people would probably say I was setting myself up to fail, but at my age, I had been down this road many times, and I knew pressure to be accountable does not work for me.

I am pleased to say that to date, I have lost 30 pounds. Honestly, no one is more surprised than I am. It was a very gradual process, and all I really did was count my daily calorie intake. When I reached my limit each day, I stopped eating. Simple! Every morning, before I started my day, I stepped on those new scales that I purchased online during my Covid shopping spree. Apparently, that was the only motivation that I needed. As I watched the numbers come down, I had a lovely feeling of accomplishment.

So, I am sure you are wondering why the title of this post seems so negative. I can explain in one word…. WRINKLES!

When I went on my weight loss journey, I did not take this into consideration. Old skin has no elasticity. My body looks like a wrinkled jumpsuit that I have slept in and not ironed ever. I am not impressed! Yes, I am pleased that my clothes are fitting better, but at this rate, I may resort to wearing a long sleeved, floor-length sack.

My knees sag, my belly hangs, and my arms flap in the breeze like flags. And don’t even get me started on my face! I honestly think the only solution is a full body lift and a few gallons of Botox or perhaps I could bathe in anti-wrinkle cream.

I considered the idea of exercise as a viable solution to my problem, but let’s be real, I don’t have a snowflakes hope in hell of that happening.

Well, I am temporarily out of possible solutions, except perhaps ……..

Thanks for reading,

Penny xo