Another Another Start
Yep…here we are again. Back from a great vacation that, unfortunately included a lot of good, carb-laden food.
French cuisine cannot be surpassed in it’s ability to turn out a heavenly croissant, a lobster bisque with a hint of tarragon, topped with baked filo dough, or a simple baguette that convinces me that Americans will eat complete crap – if packaged attractively and maybe it comes with a toy.
One singular moment, when I was enjoying a croissant, looking out over the bay as the sun rose, I thought: If I were to know I was to die this day, just give me a pile of these croissants, some butter and some jam, and I’d be content.
Alas, I did not die – until I arrived home and saw the scale number for the first time in 8 days: 220.2.
No regrets, however. I might have felt great guilt if I swelled up on cafeteria mac & cheese, or some such nonsense, but it was a great, mind-clearing, soul-cleansing vacation where I actually did get in 2 workouts at the gym – not as much as I wanted, but maybe more than I really expected from myself.
So here I am…again.
I’m not particularly discouraged because of one thing: I am beginning to like to exercise. Now don’t go all crazy on me – I didn’t say I loved it, or even liked it – I’m just beginning to notice that I kinda dread not doing it, like how I feel afterward, and have definitely noted all these bumps on my chest, arms and shoulders that must be my long-slumbering muscles awakening for the first time.
My thinking as of late is: with the habit of exercise comes wellness – in body, mind and spirit.
And with wellness comes weight loss.
Remember, muscles that are being weight-trained bump up you metabolism for more than a day after the workout – and muscles burn calories even while you sit on your ass and do nothing.
All of this has given me a bit more patience with myself, and with my weight goals.
One thing about the Irvingia field reports I see in a lot of the posts is a total lack of patience. Actually, a lack of patience is the Great American Disease.
Sometimes we must work and wait and prepare and fail and try again, and again, and again to get what we want.
I know that’s how it’s panning out for me – no zippity-zip fast weight loss for this guy.
I’m just some sucker plugging away, day after day, fighting an aging metabolism and a body so tuned to low carb that the great benefits of the Atkins diet are lost to me now.
I envy you folks just starting low carb – you’ll notice some real quick results if you are like I was.
But I’m further down the road, and need to redouble my efforts.
But that’s OK – the only real failure is giving up, right?
So as I mentioned, I started again at 220.2 – my highest weight in some time.
First Day back from vac was a hit-the-ground running day, so I skipped the actual running to unpack.
Had my morning coffee – without cream. I think I can’t get away with the Atkins newbie fat-feasting I used to do, so I have to cut carbs and calories.
It was Chinese New Year and I was offered dumplings before I ran out the door. It’s good luck to have dumplings on Chinese New Years, so it’s hard to turn one down.
I grabbed one and put it in my mouth – then spit it out before I left the house, thus ruining my luck for the coming year and avoiding conflict over a dumpling.
I didn’t eat until after 1pm when I grabbed a hard-boiled egg. I had a case of the ‘traveler’s trots’ near the end of my vacation – noting too severe – but it did quash my appetite. And meeting after meeting.
On the way home I remembered that I didn’t really eat all day and had an Atkins bar.
When I got home, I weighed myself – I was down to 215.6 – almost 5 lb difference from the morning.
I think when you are a long-term low carber, you can really pack on the water weight – I was happy to see the loss, but it was no great surprise.
For dinner I had 4 or 5 store-bought spicy Italian sausages – were these the American Crap Food I described above? Maybe…I’m really rethinking my food choices.
I also sauteed some fresh Brussels Sprouts with some shallots in butter and olive oil with just salt and pepper. To me, the secret of this recipe is that you need to cook the sprouts until some are browned, or even burnt – it lends such a great flavor to them.
Not crap food, most decidedly.
My younger daughter wanted to be held, so I held her in my right arm while cooking with my left – easier now that I’ve been working out.
That was a great dish…could have used a bit more butter as I only had a tablespoon left of the stuff.
I quaffed down glass after glass of the 4C drink mix – yet more American Crap Food.
My wife came home with cake and ice cream – Chinese New Year, you know – have to have cake.
I didn’t – and she didn’t push me – she saw me weigh myself that morning – and saw me struggle to stuff my blubber into a pair of pants.
Went to bed about 9:30 – tomorrow’s going to be a busy day at work and I want to get up early to exercise.