“Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine”
– Sheryl Crow, 1996
This Has To Stop Thursday
Just got off the scale and the numbers both discouraged and galled me: 237 pounds. You would think that I don’t exercise (3 – 4 hours/week in the local high school pool doing laps and/or aerobic exercises and yoga). You would think that I don’t eat fruits, vegetables and fiber, or that I haven’t made sure to control my portion sizes, but I’ve been very careful to do all these things since weighing in at 234 at the doc’s three weeks ago.
I hate this. I’ve asked for help, but “help” is a handful of menus that exceed the currently available monthly food budget. I’ve been swimming the 3 – 4 hours a week since September, and have added in treadmill walking the last two weeks. Okay, yes it’s winter and the annual carbs cravings are in full swing. Yes, exercising actually *adds* weight of the muscular kind. And yes, my stamina has certainly increased because I’m exercising regularly. But seriously, 237-freaking-pounds?
It’s clear that one size does NOT fit all, whether we’re talking clothing, diets, or metabolisms – especially as we age. I can only think that the next step here is to try the Wheat Belly Diet or to at least make a stab at purchasing Lean Cuisine style dinners when I grocery shop in an effort to do a Nutrisystem/Medifast/Jenny Craig sort of deal. I can only repeat to myself that today is another on the winding road, and I *will* figure this out and update This Has To Stop Thursday next week!