26 was and is a wonderful number.
My blog’s goal was completed on March 9, 2014 when I completed the LA Marathon.
Yesterday morning, on the morning of my 27th birthday , I decided to step on the scale and assess my current weight. I had been avoiding it for over 3 weeks because I knew the number had probably increased.
My eating over the last two weeks has been ok. Not good, but also, not terrible. I intermittently logged my calories.
On my last weigh in, done about 3 weeks ago, I weighed 187. Yesterday I weighed 176.5.
1. My scale is probably broken, no seriously. It has to be broken or faulty.
2. Water weight? Maybe I’m severely dehydrated?
Either way, I am happy. Even if it is broken, because I’ve made small changes that I hope are contributing to the “loss”: no soda on weekdays, no candy, more water, no eating after 7pm, eating my servings of vegetables everyday.
I calculated my new calorie target, the app on my phone says I should eat 1700 if I am moderately active. I will take moderately active to mean exercise 45 minutes or more 3-4 times a week, with a longer cardio (run) on saturdays. This seems reasonable, right?
Either way, this weight business isn’t stressful anymore. It’s not that I don’t care about the number, but obsessing over it doesn’t help. Since I got the lump/ cancer scare, I really do want to focus on my health. Mentally, I want to be strong and motivated about my life. As far as my health is concerned, being active and not obese puts me in a safer bracket against all the things that could go wrong with this body of mine.
This concludes the rant for today, but let me end with one of my favorite quotes / lyrics …
I know I was born and I know that I’ll die, the in between is mine. I am mine.