I know I said I would only post once monthly about this whole mind-body-food-health-connection thing, but right now, it’s pretty much consuming (no pun intended) my every waking minute, as I get myself back into a whole new (well, it’s more like "selectively forgotten’ than ‘new’) mindset.
It’s funny how when you go back to eating healthy, you suddenly remember that you LOVE Wasa Sourdough crispbread, and that six thin slices of Buddig Honey Turkey can be stretched out if you’re creative with it. Or there are delightful surprises, like these Kettle Bakes Lightly Salted Potato Chips which are just two points a serving and quite possibly better than an orgasm.
I have exercised every morning, early, because that’s the only time I can make it work. 30 minutes on my treadmill. I’m not doing anything crazy like running or jogging. I’m just walking and trying to not hold onto the treadmill bar the whole time while I’m down in the basement. (And I think we all remember what my "workout studio" looks like.)
I’ve also managed to log over 10,000 steps each day. This is a bit of a challenge when you’re anchored to your tushka for your job. My solution? When my sweet managing editor Angie calls, (or anyone, for that matter) I get up, put on my phone headset, and walk the talk. I walk from my living room to my kitchen to my ‘scrap room’, and repeat. I probably look like a freak of nature to anyone peering in my windows, taking laps around my main floor like that, but who’s to say they’d be far off the mark? If I’m talkin’, I’m walkin’.
And I make a point of getting up every half an hour and just moving somewhere. Even if it’s just to the bathroom, and with all this damned water I’m drinking, that’s more like every 15 minutes. I swear, I am earning 2,000 steps a day just from going to the bathroom.
It’s all baby steps people. Baby steps.
Tomorrow is my first weigh in. I’m only going to weigh myself once a week. Because I’m doing the online version of the plan, this is as simple as walking into my bathroom, expelling all the breath from my lungs, and gingerly stepping onto the scale. Naked, of course. Everyone knows how socks and undies throw off the final tally.
A few of you had commented about being brave to post my weight, but I don’t see it that way at all. It’s a number. That’s all. I could weigh exactly the same, but drop two pants sizes and what would that number really mean?
But numbers motivate me. I have a little OCD working for (or against) me. Weight loss is physics. Eat less. Move more. See numbers change. It appeals to my analytical nature.
Of course, so do these.
Like I said, baby steps, people. Baby steps.
One other thing: I must have been living inside a musical cave, because I just bought my first album by Ray LaMontagne, and seriously? I am mesmerized. Mes. Mer. Ized. This song in particular is the one that did me in. I’m sure a lot of you out there are already fans, but if you’re like me and missed this boat somehow, do check him out.
I will be picking up his other records in short order.
Have a great weekend.