Sunday, May 05, 2013
I don't think I eat that differently from when I was thin ... ner ... (those reading this who are old SP friends know that I got down to 152 lbs, nearing my goal of 145, before I fell off a big ol' wagon, struck with back pain after living my dream vacay to Spain and Portugal almost three years ago ...) Anyway. What I don't do is run. Or walk. Or work out on a treadmill. Or lift weights. Or swim. Basically I've become the couch potato that I swore I never would be again, and boy has it hurt me. My clothes don't fit, even the ones I still have that used to fit my bigger body in 2008. (I got rid of most of them in 2010! Sigh.) But the last nine months have really stressed me to the max, and my response to that has been mostly to eat. Not too much - rarely bingeing - but just enough of the wrong stuff (too much sweets) and not enough of the right stuff (not enough salad). And zero efforts toward fitness, other than a single 10K in summer 2012. The inevitable result? I've gained back all but 3 pounds. I was 193 in 2008 when I started on the quest to get fit; 152 when I halted in my tracks and started going in the wrong direction. I used to tell people proudly, in 2010, "I've lost more than 40 pounds!" Now it's all back on my body, somehow. I know I need help from my SP community to support my efforts to climb back on that wagon. But fitness is going to be tough - I've got a new problem, with my foot this time, that is going to need attention from a doctor, a physical therapist, and some kind of orthotic to get over. So for now, my plan is to start tracking again. I vow not to fudge. (Ha ha, that doesn't mean not to eat any ...) I vow to put on SP every calorie that I consume. That should at least help with awareness, and maybe I'll keep within the 1500 calories a day or so that used to keep me on the straight and narrow. It's a start, anyway.