Yesterday was Tuesday. Weigh-in day! I had what I thought was a good week, but lately it’s seemed like that’s made no difference when it comes to my scale. I’ve posted a gain during three of my last four weigh-ins (I’m a total of 5 pounds above my all-time low), and I’m ready and have been trying to turn this ship around. If you’ve ever driven a watercraft (which I have), you’ll know they don’t turn easily, or quickly. I’m hoping my turnaround will be speedier than that of a ship. To use a sailing term, it’s time to “come about.”
So I stepped on the scale, then updated my weight chart:
I stayed even. I’m still at 237 pounds, which is a loss of 165 pounds.
The whole chart:
I was happy with not gaining or losing. I’m writing this some 14 hours after the weigh-in, and I’m still happy with this. There were no gain-induced binges. I don’t feel compelled to manipulate the image so it looks like a loss. I feel a little like a paramedic arriving at the scene of a trauma: the first step towards getting someone well again is to stop the hemorrhaging and stabilize the patient. This week, I was stable. I ate well, exercised a lot, and I’ve felt good about myself, too – which is equally important.
I’m also reminded by something my friend Gerri told me a few months ago. Gerri (I’m not even sure if I’m spelling it right, I’ve never seen it written down) is an octogenarian and a regular at Slimmons most days of the week. I see her at nearly every one of Richard Simmons’ classes, and she dances and has a great time, and always has a big smile on her face. Earlier this year, during a similar week where I stayed even, she told me: “You know, David, when you’ve gotten as far as you’ve gotten, not gaining is a loss.” And she’s right.
Earlier this evening (I’m writing this late Tuesday night) I took one of Richard’s classes at Slimmons, and it was fantastic. I wore my new shoes for the first time, and they’re very supportive and comfortable, and it wasn’t too crowded. Class on Tuesday nights starts at 6:30, and at 4:30, I found myself in a predicament. I was getting hungry, and knew I needed to eat something before going to class. I was running errands, and I was one of those situations where if I went home, I’d be able to spend 5 minutes there before turning around and getting back in the car. Plus, I had brought workout clothes with me, just in case, so I didn’t need to go home. On the other hand, if I went straight to Slimmons, I’d get there 90 minutes early.
I decided to drive to Beverly Hills and find something to eat there, so I could beat some of the rush hour traffic. I ended up at the Whole Foods that’s 6 or 7 blocks from Slimmons, wandering the aisles looking for something that would fill me up, but not sit like a brick in my stomach. Here’s what I ended up with, and it involves… oddly-colored vegetables!
I carton of washed and ready-to-eat celery sticks and baby carrots, including yellow baby carrots! This is the first time I’ve seen yellow baby carrots – although I’ve eaten their grown-up relatives. And since most baby carrots are not babies at all (they’re actually oddly-shaped full-sized carrots that get chopped up, peeled, and tumbled), it doesn’t surprise me that yellow carrots can also come in baby sizes.
In the back of the photo, you can see a smaller container full of different types of berries, and at the bottom of the photo, you can see part of the 1-liter bottle of sparkling water I bought. Three hard-boiled eggs from the salad bar, which I ate before I remembered to take a photo, rounded out my purchase, although I only ate one of the yolks. I ate all the fruit and veggies, and it hit the spot, although I wish I’d thought to grab a little dressing of some sort at the salad bar, for veggie-dipping purposes.
I still arrived at Slimmons a good hour before class started, but I ate in my car, and played iPhone games, and the time passed like that (imagine me snapping).
Keep it up, David!