I Give Up

Or DO I?????

(This is a reference to my son, who likes to answer everything we say with: "Or do I", "Or do you?" "Or is it?".  Example: Me -"Jacob, it's time to go out back and pick up dog poo!" Jacob - "Or is it?" - said with one raised eyebrow)

My BMI is 23 (within the normal range), I enjoy "taking some exercise" daily, or almost daily. I also love preparing and eating whole foods, with lots of fruits and vegetables, lean proteins, some whole grains, nuts and seeds, etc. Basically - a "Mediterranean" influenced diet, including red wine....and cheese. I bet I'm pretty healthy.

Perhaps it's my age, my adoration of wine & chocolate, or my healthy appetite and complete fear and abhorrence of "hunger" (even doing the low-carb thing, 16 ounces of  lean Turkey Italian Sausage in one sitting is probably 13 ounces more than I need to eat), that all conspire to keep me pleasantly plump.

I should mention here that, as in all things, I'm a slacker dieter too. I have absolutely no desire (or ability in some cases...like the wine and chocolate thing) to change any one of the "shortcomings" listed above. Not a single one. I gave up smoking 5 years ago. And except for the occasional and epic fall from the proverbial wagon (a girl's gotta live, right?), I don't eat anything "white" - my carbs are limited to occasional and whole, I yoga, I hike, etc. etc.. Basically, I eat, drink, and do the things I love. So why can't I just love the body I'm already in and call it a day?

I'm at a cross roads (again). Do I just throw in the towel, "accept what I cannot change"? Or decide to put forth one last herculean effort to finally be rid of that "last 10 pounds" (more like 20, but whatever). I tell you this, I don't want to spend my entire life worrying about, or obsessing about things like weight and calories.

I have a pool and feel perfectly comfortable wearing a bikini in the privacy of my own back yard. Yes, I look very "European" in a bikini...so what? I'm of European descent, I can pull it off. In my backyard.

Self-deprecating jokes and comments aside, I honestly do think I look pretty darn good for 35 (or whatever). Most of the time. Maybe it's other people who "just aren't there yet" and can't see that, really, "European" is the new thin. And what am I doing measuring how I look against what I think other people think anyway? Or against the jeans and jawline of my yesteryears?

I'm thinking of giving up and just living fat and happy.

Or am I????