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weighed myself this morning. Not a practice I would recommend on Monday mornings. I used to do it every Wednesday because with the “w” in weight and the “w” in Wednesday, it was easier to remember. Then, it just got too discouraging and I quit. In case you haven’t noticed from my previous posts, I’m not exactly svelte. I do occasionally run some pretty long distances. However, that is more of a matter of going really slow and not quitting than it is athletic talent or having the kind of body that would naturally adapt to such a practice. But finally, some good news! Somehow, I managed to lose seven pounds from last week! I was flabbergasted! It occurred to me that there is more than one possibility at work here:
weighed myself this morning. Not a practice I would recommend on Monday mornings. I used to do it every Wednesday because with the “w” in weight and the “w” in Wednesday, it was easier to remember. Then, it just got too discouraging and I quit. In case you haven’t noticed from my previous posts, I’m not exactly svelte. I do occasionally run some pretty long distances. However, that is more of a matter of going really slow and not quitting than it is athletic talent or having the kind of body that would naturally adapt to such a practice. But finally, some good news! Somehow, I managed to lose seven pounds from last week! I was flabbergasted! It occurred to me that there is more than one possibility at work here:1. The scale is off in a good way.
2. Somehow, I managed to trick the scale.
3. 221 lbs. is really what I weigh now.
I’m going with number three at present.
I’ve felt lighter in the last few days or so. Last week, I noticed that I had to cinch my belt a notch tighter. I also noticed yesterday, while wearing a tie, that there is more room in my collar, and my shirt felt looser. So, I was somewhat prepared, but had steeled myself for the possibility that it was all an illusion.
What do I give credit for this unexpected blessing to? A couple of things: first, I’ve picked up the intensity of my running. Almost imperceptibly, I’ve started running harder. A number of things are involved here. I’ve been able to strengthen my core, which has helped me to hold my form and allowed for faster turnover. So often, it’s a matter of paying attention to form and rhythm and not mentally letting down. Secondly, my tastes have changed, at least temporarily. I suppose you could call it aversion therapy. My sister, who lives with us, is on steroids and craves massive amounts of foods with sugar in them. I was getting sucked into the tide of this for awhile. However, it’s almost like my taste buds cried out, “no more!” So, I’m drastically reducing the sugar in my diet out of a desire to adjust to this aversion to sugar. Good stuff!
Half Baked 