Elastic Title Friday
Happy Tax Day! Someone should take me out for cheap bourbon and cigars. Or maybe margaritas and taquitos.
The scale and I have had an on again off again relationship oh lo these many years. It has been a titanic struggle of epic proportions and neither side has come out completely unscathed. Lately though, we've reached a sort of understanding, I get on it and it tells me I weigh less. This has led to much less mental, physical and verbal abuse for all parties involved.
Last night my worthy adversary informed me that I now weigh in at a miniscule 208 lbs. I'm pleased with that figure, though work remains to be done it shows that things are progressing in the proper direction.
The proper process of losing weight is something that defies the years of dieting propaganda that I've ingested over the years. The concept of only loosing 2 lbs a week and accepting that this is all one should loose over that given period of time is something that is hard to get grips on. When I think about how hard I work in the gym each and every (mostly) day, I believe I am well owed a loss of around, say, 10-20 lbs a week. Just to be fair.
Also, the idea of eating more is something that seems so off kilter in the weight loss scheme, but I know it's true. For three weeks I was consuming around 1400 calories a day and my body was frozen, I wasn't loosing anything. Then I find out that I should be eating about a 1000 more calories a day if I want to maintain healthy weight loss. I'd thrown my body into starvation mode and it was evidently fighting mightily to hold on to every last bit of my flesh.
I think I've already blogged about all this, so forgive me. If there is a downside to loosing weight it's the fact that my clothes are starting to wear funny. I'm now quite comfortable in 36" waist pants, which means that the big 38"s are requiring a lot of cinching up via the belt…I've had to drill holes into my belt! Unfortunately I'm poor, so I'm writhing under the torturous idea of clothes shopping, even if it is as Steinmart…god I love Steinmart.
I love how a quick post turns into these page long diatribes…don't you?