Friday, October 26, 2012
Yesterday was a rough eating day. For some reason, I just did not want a healthy meal. Now, I know that this is a lifestyle change, and itís going to require eating normally for, you know, ever. But part of eating normally is digging into a burger and fries or a really unhealthy pizza and, yes, eating more than is a healthy amount for one person.
Iíve built myself into a mini-complex lately, mostly because I have these numbers that I want to hit in a certain amount of time. I really, really want to be under 300 by my birthday on December 10th. Thatís 45 days to lose 12 pounds. That should be attainable; I havenít lost less than 15.4 pounds in any 45-day period since May 20th (yes, I have a spreadsheet; yes, itís very detailed; yes, Iím a nerd). But in the last twelve days, Iíve lost zero weight. In fact, Iíve actually gained 0.2 pounds.
This is not a big deal. But then, neither is getting below 300 by my birthday. But in a way, it is. At least, the latter is. Iíve spent every single day of my 20s at over 300 pounds. First, I donít want that to be the case when my 20s end. Second, I want to spend every day of my 30s at less than 300 pounds. I know itís completely arbitrary, and that if I donít get there by December 10th, Iíll probably get there by December 20th. But as someone that doesnít often put stock in arbitrary dates and numbers, this is surprisingly important.
That being said, at some point in the future, Iím taking myself a big fat cheat day. Itís going to be marvelous. Iíve set that date for when I get under 290 pounds. Iím not going to take the chance that Iíll bounce back up over 300, especially if I do get there before my birthday. Thereís no chance I could eat the food necessary to gain that much in real weight, but with salt and natural fluctuations in body weight, I want to give myself a wide berth (get it? WIDE BERTH!) between myself and 300.
Other than that, things are going pretty well. Iíve rededicated myself to exercise and my strength training is in full gear. I do have another mini-complex around exercise, though. When Iím in a place where Iím working out 5-6 times a week, I get a guilt complex when I skip a workout. I didnít work out yesterday. I probably should have, but Iím having guests over on Saturday so I was cleaning, and I got sidetracked going through my wardrobe and throwing all my too-big clothes into the Goodwill pile, which leads me to believe that I was also giving myself a bit of an ego boost. So there were things that needed to be done and things that I just wanted to do and I ended up not working out. I have plans tonight, though, and itís highly unlikely that Iíll get a workout in. Since I knew this already, I felt a nasty twinge of guilt about missing a workout when I didnít really ďneedĒ to. The good news is Iím going to be exercising into the foreseeable future.
Finally, I constantly feel like Iím running out of things to blog about. My updates have become fairly few and far between. So I thought Iíd see if my readers have anything theyíd like me to write about or questions that theyíd like to ask. No topicís off-limits and Iíll answer anyoneís question. Text, Twitter, SparkMail, comment on here, any way youíd like to ask. I want more reasons to come on here and talk about whatís going on. Just donít describe weight loss as a ďjourneyĒ!