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sabotloursI just got back from a visit to Costco with Kitty. The last time I was there I picked up a pair of Kirkland jeans. I have been wearing jeans a lot since I stared working from home and realized I needed a new pair. The pair I bought fit very loosely. Hmmm. Had I lost THAT much weight? On today's visit I bought a pair a size smaller. Would they fit? I haven't been this size since...I have no idea! I just tried them on and...BINGO! A perfect fit! I couldn't get Kitty to stop staring at my butt. I really need to hop on a scale at some point. The last time I was at at doctor's office I had made a nice reduction to pre-pandemic levels.
At the height of the pandemic I had definitely put on "the COVID 19." I was at the fattest I had ever been. My pants were tight and I could feel my body fighting back. I knew my BP (pop!) had gone through the roof. I felt like shit. I still don't feel 100%, but now I'm wondering if it's just the old age starting to kick in. I just can't go on those 5-7 mile hikes any more. Maybe I just need to go to a national park where there are beautiful trails where I would get motivated by the scenery. My walkies through neighborhoods are starting to get pretty boring.
At least I'm getting to a point where it would be OK to maintain. I set a goal to lose a pound a week. That seemed pretty reasonable and obtainable. But at one pound a week, that would be 52 pounds a year! Oh hell yeah! That would at least get me down to college weight. I'd like to see how close I am. Until then I will just keep doing what I have been doing. Portion control has been the key. Mindful eating has been the other factor. I have been careful about what I have been putting in my body. I have been limiting the amount of prepared food I eat. I will cook my own pork and chicken myself, thank you very much. I'm just hoping my body cooperates with me, especially my heart, which I seem to have only just so much control. I hope it appreciates that it doesn't have to work as hard as a year ago.
At the height of the pandemic I had definitely put on "the COVID 19." I was at the fattest I had ever been. My pants were tight and I could feel my body fighting back. I knew my BP (pop!) had gone through the roof. I felt like shit. I still don't feel 100%, but now I'm wondering if it's just the old age starting to kick in. I just can't go on those 5-7 mile hikes any more. Maybe I just need to go to a national park where there are beautiful trails where I would get motivated by the scenery. My walkies through neighborhoods are starting to get pretty boring.
At least I'm getting to a point where it would be OK to maintain. I set a goal to lose a pound a week. That seemed pretty reasonable and obtainable. But at one pound a week, that would be 52 pounds a year! Oh hell yeah! That would at least get me down to college weight. I'd like to see how close I am. Until then I will just keep doing what I have been doing. Portion control has been the key. Mindful eating has been the other factor. I have been careful about what I have been putting in my body. I have been limiting the amount of prepared food I eat. I will cook my own pork and chicken myself, thank you very much. I'm just hoping my body cooperates with me, especially my heart, which I seem to have only just so much control. I hope it appreciates that it doesn't have to work as hard as a year ago.
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Date: 2022-01-30 03:27 am (UTC)Congrats on the healthier pants!
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Date: 2022-02-01 08:59 pm (UTC)Wishing you the best in pursuing health! I need to work on that. lol