I used to say that anyone that hits 200lbs and doesn’t see that as a warning sign, an indication they need to change something in their life, just doesn’t care about their weight. Well, today I stepped on the scale and smiling back at me in bright OLED glory was the figure 245.9lbs… A far sight over that 200lb warning limit.
So, what do we do? Have I stopped caring about the scale, my appearance, my health? In some ways… Yes. Working from home and being in a long-term relationship severely moderates the positive benefits of physical appearance. Being in my 20’s and early 30’s insulated me from the effects of my weight on my health. With the visceral feedback of those elements of my life insulated from me, it was easy to dismiss the scale.
This Saturday though, I turn 35. A child no more, save in the eyes of my Mother, and reality is finally cashing the checks my body has been writing. So it’s time for some accountability, and accounting, when it comes to my food intake.
With that in mind, no more free feeding. I will only be eating at set meal times. No more endless sugar or carbs, I’ll only be consuming proteins, veggies, and dairy if it accompanies a protein (or in my unsweetened coffee).
Let’s see how this goes.