Monday, May 14, 2012
I don't write blog entries often these days, having used up my creative mind walking when I was younger. But every now and then I wake up to a topic and so here I am.
I have something to say about stability. The weight game seems to be a fight or flight power game of increasing my size versus holding back that tide. And inasmuch as the goal is to get thinner, trimmer, more healthy, there's definitely something to say about finding a plateau to rest upon.
With medifast I dropped the real fat part of me and got to a chunky 162. Even though it's months down the line, I have managed to rest at 160 lbs and want to give myself credit for holding at the helm.
Sometimes I think I withhold credit because I deem that what I'm doing isn't quite good enough. This is fat talk in my head that normally I wouldn't even register as going on. But when I am pleased with the stability, I have the biggest chances to slip the scale a half pound at a time, and lower myself onto the deck of my desire.
I hope to rest at 157 rather than 160 but I relish the fact that I'm sailing around with a lower appetite and lack of compulsion to stoke my engine. Too much mixed up metaphor?
I can look the best I can be at 160 lbs while I wait for divine inspiration to allow me to drop more lard off this boat. Being pleased with myself is the seasoning that allows the lowered anxiety that keeps me from stirring the spoon of ingredients.
I talk all floury (how's that for a pun) in the long run, which is my personal way to have fun with self expression. Easy does it works well with my appetite, and self critical acclaim. Easy does it is high personal self regard. Easy does it is soothing without being fatty or rich.
the p tiger