If you missed my weigh-in yesterday, here’s a short recap: I suck.
Apparently, a reasonably high activity level doesn’t give you a blank check to eat anything you want, especially if what you want to eat happens to be a lot of the stuff you’ve been just saying “no” to for months and months.
The numbers on my scale have been a bit skewed of late, because my initial descent below the magic 200-lb line came at the expense of more muscle mass than was probably good for me. I was so anxious to hit “199” that I took the easy way down (if two hours a day of intense cardio can realistically be classified as “easy”).
Once I started in on the strength training (and I still don’t hit the weights as much as I probably should due to… okay, due to the fact that I suck), I noticed that (a) the scale was roller-coastering all over the place and (b) if anything, my pants were getting even looser.
Thanks to my Philips DirectLife activity monitor, I can tell you that I burned an average of just over 1,600 calories a day last month. The flip side is that the increase in activity has come with a spike in my appetite.
And most troubling of all, a tendency to eat even when I know I’m not really hungry.
I don’t need a doctor or dietician to tell me the underlying cause of all this: that’s right, I suck.
But as of today, the sucking is stopping.
I’m going to keep talking the talk, but I plan to accompany that with a little walking of the walk.