Cankles — Because Boomers Don’t have Enough to Worry About

I have promised myself that I would not blog about weight loss, weight gain, why I feel fat, why I’m obsessed with food or why it takes me two weeks to lose two pounds and a weekend to gain four.  Yet…here I am.  Frustrated with the whole process.  Confused by the fact that I haven’t had a big Mac in more than a decade.  Never have pizza.  Live on skinny cows and meringue cookies for dessert.  Just don’t have a lot of food fun these days yet continue to weigh myself daily and watch the scale needle move up two, down one, up three, down two.  It doesn’t take a math whiz to figure out that the needle is moving up more than it’s moving down.  Once you turn 50, the weight thing is agonizing. Areas of your body that you didn’t know could turn flabby are doing just that.  Fat knees?  Chubby ankles?  The Today Show just did an entire five minute segment on Cankles…a phenomenon that appears when your ankles flow into your calves and you can no longer tell where one begins and the other ends.  Basically your ankle has gotten so fat, it’s met your calf and they’ve married.  Well, someone should be happy!  Hillary was plagued by the cankle label and of course it was some male political strategist’s way of diverting attention from the issues to her spreading boomer body.  But honestly…don’t we have better things to do than worry about our fat ankles?  Don’t we have bigger fish to fry (lightly of course in just a bit of EVOO)?  Of course we do but honestly, it’s on the back of our minds everyday.  Our waistbands are tight…our buttons pop a bit at the breasts…and don’t ask us to lift our arms and jiggle.  That is not a pretty sight.  I’m trying yoga now.  Maybe that will help.  Then I’ll try pilates.  Maybe that will help.  Then.  Liposuction?  Sigh.