They're tearing up the sidewalk on the 10th Street side of the house. It's nothing like the great excavation of 2004, but it's a small disruption in our routine, and interesting to watch. We also picked up a ton or so of new broken-pavement flagstones for the yard, thanks to the kind co-operation of the sidewalk workers.
When I started nursing school, I knew that it would be hard enough going to school and working 40+ hours per week. I knew that some things would just have to be allowed to slide.
One was housework (thanks, Kathe!). Another was my massage practice (I've had only a handful of appointments this year). A third was my weight.
I deliberately avoided scales. It was painfully obvious just to see my belly (or to lug it around the house) that I was getting fatter, a lot fatter. But never mind: suck down the sugared coffee and munch the Mexi-Snax chips and get the homework done, worry about it later.
I weighed myself earlier this month and found I weighed 234 pounds -- almost as much as the last time I resolved to get my weight down. Oh, well, time for a new project.
You can tweak the amount of exercise you get, or the composition of your diet, but in the final analysis, the only way to get your body to metabolize its stored fat is to enter the state nurses call "altered nutrition: less than bodily requirements", and that state is acutely painful.
I'm having migraines almost daily, partly from the weight loss and partly from going off caffeine. Oh, well. I'll just have to get through it.
//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "One thing at a time."\\
2 comments:
Think one pound at a time and you will do it!
That's why I only weigh in once a month, rather than obsessing over every little fluctuation and plateau.
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