Chubby? Try FAT!

     OK.  I admit it.  I am now fat!  It took a long time to get this way, but believe me .. I don't like it one bit. 
     I know how rude folks are to those of us who are.  It doesn't matter the reason how one gets here.  Those of you that aren't have neither sympathy nor words of encouragement for me.  I have to dig deep again to move it and lose it.
     Twenty-four years ago you wouldn't have called me active.  I didn't know what the word meant!  I had given birth to my second child and, after beginning a new job and having to suffer snide comments about my post-baby silhouette, I took drastic measures and got rid of it in nine months. 
     Fast forward to 2013.  I had not only lost both my dad and sister within weeks of each other, I had developed PTSD.  I was -- still am -- on major psyche meds to get mentally in balance.  (If you'd ever been on this stuff, you'd know how much they both level you brain chemicals and simultaneously slow your energy down.  And did I say it also places major weigh on your ass?)  At 5'2 and 52 years of age, I weight 192 lbs.  The good news is my rings still fit, my nose haven't spread, and I'm still pretty! 
     My musculature is still evident, but Lord!  The belly, hips, and thighs are taking a beating!  Dang if I don't look like a middle aged woman!  Da-yum!
     I am still a free-spirit, still flirtatious, still a struggling, writing Libra.  However, how much more healthy I would be if I can get this health thing back in control.  I went to the nearby Urgent Care to take care of a pesky migraine when the nurse asked me if I had taken my blood pressure meds.
    "I don't take that" I replied stiffly.  I had always had disgustingly low pressure.
    "Oh" Nurse responded.  She didn't believe me.
     Da-yum!  Now I had to contend with high blood pressure! 
     I am pear-shaped.  I am not in danger of a stroke -- at least, not at the moment.  Both my parents had hypertension, but my mom had diabetes.  Fat's not helping a thing!
     So, I'm back, literally, to Square 1.  I do work out, but not consistently.  I am a martial artist.  However, I have to do more to look svelte in my gi.  My latest journey is getting back down to a manageable size.
     Lord have mercy!
  
  
  
     

Pretty Chubby

Why would any one in her right mind name her blog "pretty chubby"? 

Maybe it's because over the last few years, I'd gained fifty pounds.  Maybe it's because I am a comely wench in spite of the extra pounds.  Maybe it's because I enjoy a play on words.  Maybe it's because it is true.

I am pretty.  I am also chubby.

I am pretty chubby at 192 lbs.

So, I'm here trying to find my way back to a normalcy I once had before life took over and I forgot about taking care of me along the way.  I am five foot two, and I can tell you it's not a healthy state of being I am at the moment.  I must search my soul, stop being so lazy, and get on with it.

What I am is pretty chubby, but I don't plan on staying that way.

Welcome to my world of zaniness.  At the age of fifty-two, I had many years to perfect it.