As Summer slipped into Autumn, I noticed the number on the scale begin an upward creep.
A half pound is not much. Weight vacillates. Too much salt, weight goes up. Dehydrated, weight goes down. I’m accustomed to watching the scale relate my fluid balance on a daily basis.
So, when my weight showed an inclination to rise, hold steady, and then rise again, I took immediate action.
I upped my caloric intake and reduced my activity. And, since the season of all things sweet was nearing, i began to celebrate with sugary treats.
While active in the Summer, I was able to eat anything and all I wanted and still lose weight. But, with the coming of the cooler, slower, less active months, my metabolism slowed because I slowed.
And, here I am on the back side of New Year’s wondering what happened and how – and what to do about it.
Cut calories, kick sugar to the curb, eat natural, push myself physically….yes, I know what to do and I know how to do.
It’s a matter of doing it.
Outside activity revs my engine and burns calories. Inside…I just want to sit (here at the computer) and build a layer of insulating fat.
Spring? Where are you? Yet three months away…by the time it arrives I will have packed on 10 more pounds.
Losing 10 pounds creates enough angst. The thought of losing 20, well…let’s not go there.
Truly. Let’s not.
What took me 3 months to pack on will take me 6 to take off. It’s time to stop making excuses, lace up my shoes and head out into whatever the weather….
Nuff said. I’m up from here.
Hmmm…. Where did I put those long-johns??