Wednesday, February 13, 2013
I weigh myself every day. I do my best not to get too excited about sudden dips or too down about sudden increases. I tend to view the number on the scale the same way a person should view a stock price: ignore ups & downs, and monitor the moving average. And that's why I weigh myself every day. If the number keeps creeping up, I will catch it much sooner.
And continually creeping up is exactly what it's doing. No mystery here: I eat too much. And yes, I log what I eat. That's how I know I'm eating too much.
I drink tons of water, I rarely drink soda, I get up from my desk at least once an hour, I try to never let myself get really hungry, so I'm doing most things right. I just love to eat.
This is probably temporary. My husband's work schedule changed, so I'm getting up a little earlier (and therefore getting less sleep). We will both adapt. And I'm taking advantage of a relatively warm winter and commuting by bike & walking at lunch. But every day I talk myself out of, and then back into, doing these activities at least a couple of times. This despite the fact I have NEVER returned from a lunch time walk and thought, "I really wish I would have stayed at my desk and checked out I Can Haz Chzbrgr."
And so, I will go out and walk at lunch. I will ride my bike home into a 15-20 mph west wind. And maybe, just maybe, I will eat less than a thousand calories at dinner.
If that's the case, perhaps the number on the scale will drop a bit tomorrow, and I will try to not cast it as a great moral victory.