I am abandoning the calorie counting! For the blog, at least. I’ve become increasingly busy at the moment and itemizing a roast dinner takes longer than eating it, which seems neither right nor fair. I’ll be keeping a count for myself, myfitnesspal not having failed me yet, but it’s not always possible to record everything while I’m on the go and I forget to do it later on.
More bad news; I am having some difficulty shifting weight. I know exactly why this is – going to Charlie Choys World Buffet once a week for three weeks certainly didn’t help, for example, and a couple of friends’ birthdays have meant I went back to beer for whole nights. These are easy enough problems to solve and I will be endeavouring to do so – less nights out in general seems to be the way forward. Here.
On the upside my weight is fairly stable at around 236lbs – 22lbs less than I was ten weeks ago – and it’s starting to really pay off. I’ve got back to the gym a couple of times a week and found I can do more for longer, which is a relief as I’m not sure how much longer my ego could hold up as I sweated to death while only manage a mildly-powerful walk on the treadmill. I’ve started rowing (on machines) as it works the stomach a lot more than running and is a change of activity which is always welcome. The rowing machines also point away from the televisions, which invariably display the horribly misnamed Britain’s Got Talent or some variety of soul-crushing soap-‘opera’. The characters featured are so selfish, stupid, short-sighted and/or horribly one-dimensional my brain hurts as they try to ‘entertain us’, and the soaps are pretty God-awful too. How can anyone find solace or amusement in them? It makes me lose faith in people. Emotional sadism must be rife in the general populace, or British humour has taken a turn for the worse. Either way, I will never be interested in a plot line which excuses inconsistencies in characters/behaviour so glaring wide that if a sheet was pulled across the gulf between them a small city of refugees could shelter under its voluminous expanse.
I’ve found getting more sleep actually does help me lower my food intake, although that could well be for psychological reasons rather than scientific ones. Eating out is a very bad idea, especially if its any sort of good food that you could eat and eat and eat and not care until you realise when you move it is not with the word ‘walk’ but with the word ‘roll’. Unfortunately, these are my very favourite places to eat out. I also need to buy more squash – while I am only drinking diet sodas I’m pretty sure it’s still not optimal for the diet and definitely not for my teeth. Unfortunately my brother is planning an Xbox game day and I can see that being a full-fat six to eight hour session of gluing my face to a screen and forgetting that I actually have legs or that there is a world outside the window. Maybe I could play while using the treadmill…
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