Part of the deal – if you are serious about controlling your weight – is to keep regular track of how much your body weighs. I weigh myself every Saturday. During most of the last two months, I have been avoiding doing that. I was keeping track of how much I was eating, but not very carefully. As I said yesterday, my mind has not been in the right place.
The fruits of all that are now ready.
I weighed 246 pounds today. The lowest I weighed, in November 2019, was 237.4. Two weeks ago I weighed 245.4. Beyond that, I have not taken my weight since November 30, 2019.
Heading in the wrong direction
The last two weeks, while I have been trying to get myself back into a productive way of thinking, I’ve been paying attention to the way my clothes fit. I feel like they are noticeably tighter. This is probably a great way for people (who are paying attention) to notice weight gain. You don’t need a scale! Just go clothes shopping for your size. (The problem with the clothes you already have, is that they might stretch and give you the idea that everything is ok.)
I calculate I might have gained as much as 9 pounds since my lowest weighing. It’s hard to tell because I’ve had a couple of bad dieting days this week – that always inflates the number. The increase fits with my observation that my clothes feel tighter.
This week my job is to make sure I am aiming high in my goal of eating. I’ve had a couple of good days, and I am re-committed now to weighing every week. My goal for eating, again, is to make sure I am hungry for my next meal. In return, I commit to myself that the food will be worth the wait.
Get your mind right and the rest will follow.
-The Doctor