Fast. I do everything fast. People have commented on how fast I read. They’ve commented on how many things I’m able to accomplish in an hour. I talk fast. really fast- just ask my blogger friend who shall remain nameless- even for a New Yorker, I talk fast. And yes- I live in the city that is in perpetual motion, where everything is go, go, go, but to be honest- I’d probably be this way no matter where I lived. (but to be clear, no one would ever call me fast on the athletic circuit- there I am slow, slow, slow I’ve even been nicknamed the Energizer Bunny- I keep going and going and going.
And even my metabolism was fast……emphasis on was……See, when Voldemort came around (FYI- I know in Potter World the thing that was nameless and the greatest force was Voldemort- but really- the unnamed force in my house is that M word which I won’t give power to, so I call it Voldemort) it screwed up my metabolism…..
I have never been thin- but there are all sorts of reasons for this, but we’re not going to focus on that in this particular blog. But, as an adult, I’ve usually been able to maintain a reasonable weight. And I eat. I mean- I really like food. I like to go out to eat. I love to cook. Food is a big part of my social life, and a big part of my family life.
I went for my health assessment the other day. I realized I have gained 20 pounds since Voldemort. I knew I had gained weight- I feel it in my clothes, I see it in pictures. I was not happy.
Now I know a number on a scale shouldn’t define anything. I really know that. But….I also know that this extra weight is not going to be good for an aging body. I have joint issues and the podiatrist is on speed dial. See, my weight gain is entirely in the stomach and chest. (Before you say lucky- trust me- the last place I needed extra weight is in my chest….) So, I still have thin arms and thin legs. The thin arms…doesn’t matter- but the thin legs are just not meant to carry around this weight. I know this extra weight is making it harder for my legs and feet to do what they’re supposed to- and it’s only going to become more painful as I get older.
I need to change my lifestyle. I already exercise and walk a lot (I mean a lot- my average step count is 15,000 excluding exercise). But I do have to reevaluate my relationship with food. As stated, I love to cook and bake. I love to eat out. So how do I reconcile this?
Well- I’m going to start with my food diary. When I had to lose the post baby weight, I found this to be the most effective tool. I write down everything I eat, the time, the reason and anything else that pops up. After a week, I’m going to evaluate the patterns, (because there are patterns) and figure out what can be changed or adapted. I am only going to work on one thing a week. One. You can’t tackle all the food mistakes at the same time- that is how you fail. You must break it down into manageable steps. This is a marathon not a sprint- I am trying to change my eating habits so that I can maintain a weight that is healthier for me. It may take me longer to lost the weight but I don’t care- my goal is a healthier weight, while maintaining a little bit of the lifestyle I love.
So how does this effect you all? Well, you will probably hear about this every now and then. I’m not going to share my food diary, or my weight, or my dress size- but I might talk about the struggles of losing weight. I might share my frustration. I might share my successes. I’m sure there will be some posts about this journey.