So my daydream today is that someone offers me free liposuction for my belly pooch. It sticks out when I'm standing up, it pops out and screams for attention when I'm sitting down, and it ruins the line of all my clothes.
Yes, by the way, I know that what I really need to do is lose fat, and the belly pooch will go away. My mother and I have the same body and we were discussing it today. She asked what kind of exercises we could do to make it go away, and I said "nothing, we have to lose fat." So see, I am quite well acquainted with reality. Pilates, crunches, those work on muscle, and the pooch is not muscle, though I'm sure toning the core would help keep it a little flatter, the fat's the thing. The liposuction thing is a nice daydream.
I can remember only two times in my life when I wasn't anxious about my belly. The first time, I was a college student and I was taking aerobics classes for phys. ed., and my younger metabolism plus the beating delivered by my sadistic gym teacher did some kind of miracle and I had a flat stomach. The other time was a few years ago when I managed to have a summer where I was in killer shape, and sort of forgot to worry about my body for a while. It was really, really nice. I would get dressed by just grabbing a shirt and some shorts and putting them on, rather than trying one outfit after another and throwing them on the floor in despair. I almost felt weird not worrying about my body, which says a lot about my particular malfunctions.
I am in week 4 of my 16-week program to run a 10K. I have done 10Ks before (and even a half marathon) but that was back when I was in shape. Besides running, I've been doing some walking and some weight lifting. I gave up on the Jillian videos for now because they were killing my knees (which get enough pounding from the running) and am now going to the adorably dorky YMCA to do my strength training. I'm logging my calories on FitDay and trying to keep them around 1800 calories for now, though I may drop them lower if I think I can do it without going crazy. I want to lose the weight, but don't want to suffer unreasonably. Still, watching the pop-up pooch is a lot of suffering too.