Be Free

I am 73% lean. That's the good news.
27% of me is fat. Does that mean that 27% of me should exercise?

I met with a fitness lad. Boy wonder was barely old enough to shave, and quite a bit above six feet tall. He interviewed me regarding my fitness IQ, and seemed impressed that such an old lady could be in relatively good shape.
He pinched me with calipers to decide how much of me is fat. The verdict seems to be that this old lady needs to work out harder. My goal is to outwit 5% of that fat over the next month.
Plus, I am a sturdy sort. Young Lad weighed me. I weigh in at an impressive 146. I've always been a dense girl, but it's a little depressing to see such a large number on the scale. My thinking is that if 10 pounds of me goes, that 5% will have company. I will unmask my inner beauty queen. And also, I will be wearing large 2s and small 4s. And likely bikinis.
I told Fitness Lad that my goal is to obtain the body of a twenty year old. I asked if he thought that was a realistic goal. He thought carefully for a moment, then said, "It depends on which 20-year-old." Smart Fitness Lad.
I read today that fat is just imprisoning my good figure, which is held captive against its will. It wants to be free, my figure. Which would be where the bikini comes in, I guess. There is only so much freedom which can be allowed to an old lady's figure, after all.