Sunday, October 13, 2013
Not sure whether it's psychological or physiological or both, but as the pounds are now steadily and slowly vanishing from week to week, I have noticed that both my appetite and my cravings are waning as well. In any case, it is certainly a good thing, and has had a compounding effect thus far on the weight loss to date.
I have read that as the body shrinks in size, fewer calories are needed. Hence, fewer calories are desired. Granted, I still eat poorly at times, but, thankfully, for the most part it is not so often about giving in to a craving anymore as it is now about giving in to old, familiar and in a way, comfortable habit. For example, a stressful day at work could lead to some cupcakes later. Even though I was not thinking about the cupcakes while going through the motions during that stressful workday as I was so often in the past. Today I occasionally give in to the cupcake, or whatever else, because I am looking to feel good, even if only for a minute. While this can be a problem and there is a challenge at hand to avoid and substitute in a healthy way, this is not nearly as difficult as talking myself through a monster craving. I get fewer and fewer of the latter.
So, I guess my takeaway from this little, public reflection is to better target the coping with comfort food habit that is neither effective nor healthy. Since the cravings are waning, I can now focus my attention on this other pesky food intake generator. I am going to work on finding and utilizing healthy substitutes to serve as fill-in comforters in lieu of food. And here's a short list for now, so as to remind myself: reading, calling friends, playing ball with my daughter, cleaning (no really, it helps me!), and well, blogging.
As always, thanks for reading.
Thursday, September 19, 2013
In my professional circle, I have been seeing and hearing this word, incrementally, a lot lately, and for whatever reason. I figured I'd steal it for my next overdue blog post.
Over the last several months, aside from slow but steady weight loss, I have noticed that my bad habits are slowly but surely changing for the better, incrementally. It seems that much like weight loss, nothing happens right away. And it probably should not. I have found that as my body changes, incrementally, and my thinking improves, incrementally, I see positive results, incrementally. Sure, I would like big chunks all at once, same for riches gained and pounds lost. But it just does not seem to work that way, obviously.
Speaking of the obvious, I have found it helpful to remind myself of the obvious, either rough talking to a friend, or blogging on our site. Somehow, my mind needs these little healthful reminders in this slow, but steady journey. For instance, even though the knee is not perfect, I reminded myself today that it feels good, and much better, to start the workday after a workout. It is on those days without the workout, or some form of physical activity, that I am really grinding. As in, grinding myself into solitude and ill-feeling, and sometimes, bad eating behaviors.
So, I write to remind myself once more that my progress is incremental, which is fine, and also that, all tolled, I am substantially much better off today than the day I started this life health journey. And that's because the incremental pluses add up, just like compound interest. Both are wonderful.
Friday, August 16, 2013
It's funny how thinking and reactions shift over time, as habits change for the better. The other night, while enjoying sushi with the three most important women in my life, I recalled a time when I would have to repeat myself to waiters in disbelief about the pending order. Conversations about food with strangers whose job it is to bring the food would go something like this...
"Sir, did you say you wanted six sushi rolls?," uttered in a voice loud enough for three tables to hear and judge. It used to make me so mad that they would not just bring it quietly. And then there was that other time at the pub, some two years ago...
While dining in my favorite wing spot with my salad-eating wife, I was too embarrassed to put in a double-order of wings in front of her, even though it had become customary for me to do so while dining alone. So, I surreptitiously followed the waiter, tapped his shoulder, and put in the double. Ten minutes later, the kid is back at the table to clarify in a voice and tone befitting of a Kindergarten teacher: "Sir, that's 30 wings." Slow. Deliberate. Clear. And loud over the din of the adjacent bar. And then, to top this, he comes back in 20 minutes with two huge plates and as many empty bowls for the bones.
Today, I look back and laugh. Yesterday I cried on the inside.
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Just wanted to happily report that my little girl was winded before me while running back to the car from the beach. We were just having a bit of fun, and I easily outlasted her. So psyched.
A year ago today, it actually took some doing to get up and out of the low-rider beach chair when it was time to go home. And truth be told, I was usually miserable getting onto or off of the beach. Beach bumming and overeating really do not mix.
Today is a better day for the beach. And I so grateful for the support and motivation that I have found, mainly through this site, to keep plugging, keep losing, and most important, keep feeling good about myself.
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