This was a challenging week for me. We went out to dinner three times, actually four times in eight days. I was better than my usual self. I didn’t snack on cheese or on other hors d’oeuvres, but I did drink wine. I also had some dessert and a slice of bread, which I never would have at home. So nothing gained, nothing loss. The red vest is still not fitting across my front.
The other hard part is that the weather was so awful that we didn’t walk at all last week. So my exercise was halved. Eleuthra is only four weeks away…… I am not going to look good in that bathing suit. I sort of like what they wore in 1855.
Still, I did take away my first piece of clothing – a jacket, which has just become too big to wear. I will store my cast off things downstairs for the summer rummage sale. I tend to wear a lot of jackets, thinking that it hides my weight. I don’t think it does, but I am not sure what is better to cover it up in a tent-like jacket or to show the rolls of fat in fitted clothes. Probably there is a happy medium there.
The New York Times had an interesting article about weight loss and said: “Scientists now believe that each individual has a genetically determined weight range spanning perhaps 30 pounds. Those who force their weight below nature’s pre-assigned levels become hungrier and eat more; several studies also show that their metabolisms slow in a variety of ways as the body tries to conserve energy and regain weight.” I have been at both sides of the ranges, and when I was too low my body just wanted to gain. I believe it used to a be a 30 pound range, but this time I upped the range to 40 pounds. Yikes.
My daughter-in-law sent me this picture of the statue, David, after he had been visiting the US for two years and eating fast food.
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