The Anti-Jared has a good post right now. His point is that you can't cheat your body. It knows if you have been treating it well or not. You can eat badly for a few days and not gain, but if you do it all the time, you will. At a minimum, you will feel less well. Have a look: http://theantijared.com/2011/07/the-house-always-wins.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+TheAnti-jared+%28The+Anti-Jared%29
To that end, I'm down to about where I was pre-hospital weight. Mostly, I have been watching portion sizes and eating good food. Real food. No doughnuts. If you look at www.refusetoregain.com (at the right side of this page), you will see that the writer emphasizes the importance of the quality of the calories one ingests, not just the number. Her theory is based on insulin load in response to certain foods. She does not believe it's a zero sum game. I 'm not sure I do, either.
When I was in my recent doughnut phase, I don't think I ate an extra 10,500-14,000 calories in a couple of weeks (3-4 pounds). I really don't. But I do think that the fried, carbo-goodness of doughnuts wrecked havoc on my body's blood sugar. (Note: I am not diabetic, knock wood.) In less than a month, I was up a solid six pounds. I started eating better (not really much less, either), drinking more water, too, and I'm back down. (I guess it's possible that I was just "impacted," if you know what I mean. It's possible that dehydration was making me retain water. Either way, it was a decent reminder that eating good food is a reward in itself.
I have been frustrated at the stagnancy of my loss. But staying the same doesn't suck, given my history. So I'll keep doing what I'm doing, and I'll get back to the gym.
Speaking of, I haven't been to the gym much in the last seven weeks or so. One baby came home from the hospital last Wednesday, and I think the other one will come home tomorrow or Tuesday. It's made for a crazy sleep schedule, and it's hard for me to get to the gym when I can barely see straight. But I'll get back. Everything I read says you can't exercise away a bad diet, so I'm going to focus on eating in a healthy way for now and hit the gym when I can.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Can't Help It
I know I haven't written much lately, and if you're waiting to read this blog, I apologize. There's been a lot going on.
First, in the last month, I have gone to the hospital every day because my wife or kids or all three have been there. The kids are still there and will be for a few weeks. Nothing is wrong with them except that they are young. Once they learn to eat and breathe at the same time, they'll come home.
This is the first time in a year that I've really fallen off the weightloss wagon. Despite the fact that the hospital is only ten minutes from my house, I have felt serious time pressure, and I've needed to rely on convenience foods. Specifically doughnut. There are something like ten doughnut shops between my house and the hospital. I feel as if the proprietors all know me. In fact, one gave me an extra doughnut the other day because I've been such a good customer. That was the bump I needed, I think. I mean, I could have been going to the Subway next door. Right? Right? Do I hear an amen?
Who knew doughnuts were a trigger food for me? Sometimes people bring them to the office, and I have been quite good at ignoring them. Well, not ignoring them. I look at them, and then I decide I don't want them. It's food porn.
I turned 45 yesterday. I would like to lose another 40-50 pounds this year (he says, breakfasting on birthday cake). I owe it to myself and to my new babies, who have no visible means of support. (Don't they come with a dowry? Oh wait--) I have put on 3-4 pounds in the last month. It's the stress. The eating of feelings. I think, however, I'm over it, for a while anyway. Another year would be good. All told, it's not horrible, and I am smaller than I was a year ago at this time. I don't even notice the 3-4 pounds except on the scale. But the trend is not what I want.
I think I'm rambling now. Here's a nice picture.
First, in the last month, I have gone to the hospital every day because my wife or kids or all three have been there. The kids are still there and will be for a few weeks. Nothing is wrong with them except that they are young. Once they learn to eat and breathe at the same time, they'll come home.
This is the first time in a year that I've really fallen off the weightloss wagon. Despite the fact that the hospital is only ten minutes from my house, I have felt serious time pressure, and I've needed to rely on convenience foods. Specifically doughnut. There are something like ten doughnut shops between my house and the hospital. I feel as if the proprietors all know me. In fact, one gave me an extra doughnut the other day because I've been such a good customer. That was the bump I needed, I think. I mean, I could have been going to the Subway next door. Right? Right? Do I hear an amen?
Who knew doughnuts were a trigger food for me? Sometimes people bring them to the office, and I have been quite good at ignoring them. Well, not ignoring them. I look at them, and then I decide I don't want them. It's food porn.
I turned 45 yesterday. I would like to lose another 40-50 pounds this year (he says, breakfasting on birthday cake). I owe it to myself and to my new babies, who have no visible means of support. (Don't they come with a dowry? Oh wait--) I have put on 3-4 pounds in the last month. It's the stress. The eating of feelings. I think, however, I'm over it, for a while anyway. Another year would be good. All told, it's not horrible, and I am smaller than I was a year ago at this time. I don't even notice the 3-4 pounds except on the scale. But the trend is not what I want.
I think I'm rambling now. Here's a nice picture.
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