This morning I noticed that my body fat percentage, at least according to the bathroom scale, had dropped at least a point. So that’s good. Weight seems to have stabilized about 198, six pounds less than when I started. And now I’m halfway through. Whew.
Allison was eating a burger last night, with blue cheese and fries, and it looked delicious. I guess I can’t complain, because my lowcountry seafood saute was in grits, and I think those are not on the menu (but corn?). That will have to be my cheat for the week. It was also an adventure to order off the “entree” section of the menu, as opposed to the “on bread” section that I normally order off of.
And the pie. In my defense, it was sweet potato (on the menu!), and for charity. Maybe I could have just gone with coffee and skipped the desert, but that’s no fun at all.
At the farmer’s market it was a pimento cheese hot dog. I ate the wiener. That was followed by an egg on a hamburger patty. Then I gave the leftover pimento on a bun and “bacon sandwich” to the girl. It may seem I only eat beef and pork, but there’s lots of vegetables in there too. I’m just not a vegetable experimenter.
I did make three workouts last week. That felt good. It was sort of a fluke, as I tried a shortcut to Boys and Girls Club on Tuesday morning, but the fence was locked for the first time. I didn’t want to climb a seven foot fence 20 minutes after rolling out of bed, so went for a run on my own instead. Then I came back for Fitwit on Thursday and Friday.
I’ve been trying to figure out a way to describe this effort to people (because I just know they want to hear all about me finding something to eat. Right?). It’s not “dieting” because that implies it’s over sometime and then back to normal. I’m trying to be conscious of what I eat, and make an effort to eat better.
Sure, I’m definitely going to eat cake again, but maybe a few less 10″ subs for lunch with chips and Mountain Dew. That’s got to be a good thing. The Middle Path seems more and more like the way to go. Not too fat, not too skinny, not too fast, not too slow, just right. That’s what I’m looking for, and I feel like I’m getting there. Moderation in all things. This is a mental exercise as much as it’s a nutrition plan.
Just like I learned way back when about triathlon and endurance sport, it’s all in your head. The hardest part is getting out of bed.