Have I mentioned that I hate the SOD? Hate it. It is my sworn, mortal enemy.
I'm still logging my weight daily on physicsdiet.com.
Here's what I realized: I need to exercise more, and I need to eat a little less.
Is that earth shattering or what?
Now I just have to do it. Eating was clean today -- very. And dinner was a controlled amount.
Yesterday I made a silly error in judgment -- a rookie mistake. A lucky assignment brought me near the apartment where my friends from Europe are staying around 5pm. I hadn't eaten too much on Wednesday, and was feeling kinda good about getting on the SOD this morning.
I dropped by their apartment for a lovely evening -- but when my friend brought out a beer and wanted to split it, I didn't say no. I kinda wanted to say no, felt like I should decline, but didn't. And when she brought out a second, I didn't say no to that one either. I protested, but not that strongly.
The good news is I didn't overeat -- much. But I was very hungry by the time I got home at 9pm, and so I did have a bigger than usual portion.
The SOD was up .5 this morning. Really, it put me in a funk. A bad one. It threw me into that "I just can't lose weight -- my body never cooperates" place.
Aarrrrrgh! But I shook it off. A nice walk to work cleared my head.
When I was in the right frame of mind, I reminded myself of the basic rule of weight-loss portions: Every bite (and sip) counts.
When I was 70lbs heavier and losing weight, I could slack off in places and still lose nice satisfying amounts. Not huge, but tangible.
My body's not cutting me much slack anymore. It's weird, because I'm not anywhere near goal. But that's how it is.
If I fail to adjust to that new reality, who am I fooling?
Yes, I've adopted a new lifestyle and I really love it, and I'm happy about it and I plan on being active and a careful eater for the rest of my life.
But that doesn't mean I can lie to myself about cutting corners, or my mistakes, or when I just don't put in the effort. I have been putting in a lot of effort lately -- but has it been every day? Or on for five days and off for two?
The SOD isn't cooperating with me not because I have some mutant freak body that never loses weight. It's not cooperating because I haven't adjusted all the way to my new reality: my margin for error is much smaller than it used to be.
PS: two great walks today, and the B/F mentioned that my legs were looking slimmer. Yay!
June 28th, 2017 When We Do
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