I’m part of a random group of ‘over 40s’ friends on Facebook who are trying to motivate and encourage each other each other on our respective journeys to lose a bit of weight, and reclaim some of our youthful zest and good health. Somehow this seems so much harder after a certain age…our bodies just aren’t going to be bullied the way they used to. They seem to have reached the point where they’re simply not putting up with our dysfunctional shit anymore, and fair enough. But we end up at a loss as to what works and what doesn’t, and more importantly, why. Which is frankly sometimes exhausting, in already exhausting circumstances.
Anyway, as part of supporting each other some of us are sharing our stories on how we got to where we are, and so I took a deep breath and decided to share this guilty little secret with them all.