Sometimes You Just Know
I am a tactile, show me kinda guy, as if I were from Missouri. I like to see proof, or at least some support of evidence before I make a determination. Perhaps that is why I am not very religious. With this weight loss thing though, I seem to have a sixth sense for the weeks where I am losing weight and those in which I am not. This week, for instance, I am feeling quite optimistic about my Monday weigh-in. Do I feel lighter? No. In weeks where I have gained some weight, do I feel heavier? Do my clothes fit any differently? No. I just know. I can't explain it. I just do. My wife has an uncanny sense when it comes to her body. She is extremely in touch with what's going on. For the most part, I have no clue what is going on inside of me. If Tab eats something healthy and nutritious invariably she says she feels a certain way afterward, whether it is more energetic or more alert. And no...she doesn't use caffeine or much in the way of sugar. Weight loss for me is something I just know. Makes no sense to me, but it I feel good when I have these weeks. I have a general feeling of well being in knowing that it is a week of solid progress. There is a certainty that positive (negative?) movement will be shown on the scale. We will once again test this theory come Monday.
Iran? No I Ran.
How many "I ran" references can we put in this? There's that Flock of Seagulls song, the country Iran and one other really good one. I RAN. I actually ran. Yeah. ME! It wasn't much, but I ran. Maybe it was more of a jog and it was only for two minute bursts, but dammit, I ran. Ten short months ago the thought of me even walking briskly, let alone running, was totally absurd to me. Yet this week on the treadmill, I pushed the bounds of my comfort and decided to try it. I first jumped the speed up to 3.5 miles per hour and then to 4. I sustained running for 2 minute intervals, several times during my walking at what I guess was an average speed of 3.8 MPH. This wouldn't be a big deal to most of you. To me, it is huge. I'm a guy who once had a 72 inch waistline. I guess that was huge too. My arm may break from the self back patting. Did I mention that I ran?That's all for now. Cya next time,
M
What I ate and how I exercised:
Breakfast ~ on the run with an Egg McMuffin and decaf
Lunch ~ a chicken sandwich w/roast red peppers, and balsamic
Dinner ~ becoming a fav in our house, pan seared tilapia over kale and canellini beans
Exercise ~ 45 minutes on the treadmill and 2.25 miles. oh...and I ran
Bravo!
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