So I got up and weighed myself this morning. One pound down toward my goal. Three weeks ago, I was at least 5 down. I'm happy to see it go down. But it doesn't count until I see it down for at least 3 days in a row. Now how can I keep it going? Don't celebrate by eating something "good." Punctuate it by exercising today. Write down progress and struggles. Keep focused on the goal. This is a matter of knowing the target, and staying focused on it. How do you stay on it? Let me know right now in the comments below.
Today is Friday, and it has been a better week than last. Last week by Friday, I had actually gained weight. Veered well off the plan. This week, I dropped back down to 188. Even 187 for a day. I don't "officially" count my weight loss as being real until I see lower numbers for three days in a row. I've noticed that if I get three days that it sticks. And I know that some people don't like the idea of a daily weigh in. But I just look at it as data. Information. Divorce the emotion from the number on the scale. Weigh in at the same time every day. And this is a useful number. It still is hard for me to stick to the plan. My brain doesn't want to do it. I still want to consumer things loaded with sugar and fat. Open up the hatch and fill up. Uh, that doesn't work. My mind has to get serious about it. Not religious about it, but intent, focused. Some make it a religion. They talk about food choices as being "si...
Last night, a funny thing happened... But first some background... 1) I don't eat corn due to inflammation issues. 2) Due to a winter storm, our power was out for 36 hours and counting. It's cold even with a fire going. Last night, I was the first in the family to go to bed. I said goodnight to my three boys and wife. I opened up my iPad and got in some reading before going to sleep. Just as I was about to turn over, I realized that I had a question for my wife. I walked out and was met with four pair of guilty eyes. I knew they were up to something, but I didn't know what. I looked and saw the large bowl of popcorn unsuccessfully covered in the middle of the four huddled ones. They felt bad. I was overjoyed. One is this... they waited until I went to bed because they cared about my feelings. That's love. But also, I didn't have a craving for the popcorn. Popcorn has been the hardest thing for me to pass up this last year of intermittent fasting. The hardest....
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