Lacing up again

I've been under the mistaken impression that painting a house, weeding a garden, and walking the dogs constitutes adequate exercise.

It does not.

Not if you have liberal chocolate rations every day.

What really confounded me was the issue of fat migration. You know how when men age their hair migrates and starts growing in their ears and noses and creating a hairy poky sculpture of their eyebrows? So their eybrows often appear in a room about 30 seconds before the rest of the face makes it through the doorway? And how often at the same time, the hair on their head starts thinning? That's hair migration.

Fat migration appears from my observations to be more of a woman's issue but it involves previously pleasing areas of fat atrophying (so my low rider jeans just slide right off what's left of my ass half the time, and lets not even discuss boobage) and fat instead moving into areas such as the neck & belly. Like I want to look 6 months pregnant at my age. At least when I was pregnant I had boobs too.

But anyway, the jeans sliding off had blinded me to the reality of the weight situation. Somehow the belly hanging over the waistband wasn't making much of an impression on me until I saw a couple photos myself taken during the summer, and finally briefly stepped on a scale. And promptly shrieked and jumped off again.

Straight into the car and the mall to buy a new pair of runners and to resume my weekly Sunday step class - 1.25 hours led by a Japanese dominatrix. She cheerfully bellows at us and makes us count down from obscene numbers with her, and if we're not bellowing loud enough, she starts at the top number again, all while leading us through fiendishly complex choreography on the step. She can get a job training the army any day. I've also signed up for a pilates class midweek because I've always wanted to know what the heck pilates is. Will let you know (but please fate, no dominatrix for the pilates class....)