Everyone needs a scary weight. Okay, everyone who doesn't want to inspire fear because of their own Guiness Record-worthy weight, needs to have a number that scares THEM first. This number essentially serves as your bus ticket to the gym. When I hit ONE HUNDRED AND TERRIFYING POUNDS, I am instantaneously on a diet. I am a lunky ol' gym rat, and I will not reemerge until I reach MARKEDLY LESS TERRIFYING NUMBER.
The benefit of this kind of plan for weight maintenance is that you don't have to live your whole sad life on a diet. You just need to live your life on, shall we say, Diet Alert. You can do whatever you want for as many days as you want until CODE RED!! CODE RED!! And then you need to jump back on the diet. Simple as that.
The trick is that this is not a plan for weight-loss. This is a plan for not-weight-gain. So my scary weight (I'm hoping to make it 130 or 135) is much thinner than my today weight. I guess you could say that puts me in code... what? Black? Ultraviolet? Either way, it's negatives.
Today's weigh in was 140.2, so I'm still on Super Diet for a while longer. Which is going okay, to be honest. 8:30 is a tough time of day, when the kids are in bed and we usually crash on the couch for a couple hours before bed. Even if I'm staying busy during that time (getting crocheting done or writing reports) I still feel a nasty wave of Hunger slash Desire To Eat Sugar Things crash over me. Which is why I so frequently go to bed hungry and whiney while on Diet. Not because I've starved all day, but because I've denied myself those last two hours. Which seems small, but is super freaking hard, thankyouverymuch.
Well that's all for this morning, time to do some paperwork and some Zumba (which makes me feel like a super hot dancing monkey, and I'm starting to LOVE). Have a happy Thursday, Friends!
Stories and gripings about exercise, dieting, life, and what it's been like learning to leave the love handles behind.
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