That said, I decided I should try to be more mindful of what I'm eating. (I sound so adult here don't I? Mindful... snort)
Y'know - more "whole" foods - veggies, fruit, fiber. Less processed crap like deep fried Twinkies.
Don't get me wrong here. I'm not dieting. I don't diet. The minute I think I can't have something, I want it exponentially more. You tell me I can't have peanut M&M's? Heh. I'll buy a 2lb bag, eat them all in one sitting then ask you for more. (I ate a 2 lb bag of M&Ms as a dare at a party in college - so I know it can be done - lucky they didn't have the 45 oz size back in the day.)
I'm simply trying to use better fuel for my engine as I age and my insides get a little musty and dusty.
I found this site that has a free food tracker... http://www.fitday.com/
It's sort of a pain in the ass to input what you eat each day, but it's helping me be more aware about WHAT I'm eating, which is so weird, because truly, I can pack food away like an Iowa farm boy and I'm not usually too discriminating about what I eat.
I'm also trying to move more.
Several years ago, we bought hay from this guy named Schlagel, who was around 70 years old.
Furry Husband and I would pick hay bales out of his hay field. We had to use both hands and hoist them into the truck with effort. We had to take breaks. We fought over who got to drive the truck and who had to pick bales...
One day, ol' Schlagel came out to visit, grabbed a bale SINGLE HANDED and tossed it up in the truck like it was nuthin' - using only one arm. he wasn't any taller than me, it's not like he was some huge Andre the Giant man.
I think Furry Husband and I stood there slack jawed in complete amazement. We STILL talk about that day.
Anyway, Schlagel told me he tried to slow down and he tried staying in bed but he always felt so much WORSE than the days he got up and moved around and THAT my friends is what makes me want to keep moving. I don't need to feel worse when I'm tripping on my sagging boobs at age 70.