I’ve lost 23 pounds since starting this crazy diet thing called Not Eating Chinese Buffet Goodness and I’ve finally plateaued. What was usually a one to two pound weight loss per week has now slowed to a steady half pound to less and I’m stuck with the one thing I have been fighting: exercise.
I took a walk during my lunch break and the word “walk” is really a stretch for what I did, which was just watch myself in every window and reflective surface I passed by. It was like I was my own audience, watching How many calories does narcissism burn? Or just the inquisitive look that I find when I see how much room I take on a mirror? Or the weeping when I realize how much work I have left to do before I look like a normal person and airlines stop requiring that I have to buy an extra seat? Or the fetal-position wailing when I figure out that it was a stupid idea to buy that Calvin Klein dress in a size smaller than I am because what if it doesn’t run large and when I finally suck in my stomach so it can zip up, someone will say, “That’s Calvin Klein? I didn’t know he made maternity clothes. For elephants.”
I need to do more than walk, but I’ve done so much to reprogram the way I eat. I reach for vegetarian options–tofu banh mi sandwiches or veggie burritos. Luckily, Seattle is filled with restaurants that make these choices easy. On Saipan, it would be so difficult to attend a party and not fill up on pork, unless your diabetes has already kicked in and you’re rocking one leg! When I eat heavier fare here, I enjoy it, like I’ve been invited to some king’s feast and my husband has to ask me to refrain from making those sinful-act faces and the “MMMMMM” sounds at the taco stand, people are watching.
Are you working out? What are you taking up that works? I’m ready to make some sort of effort. Most of my workouts involve holding this guy in my lap. He’s very good at re-directing all food headed toward my mouth to his.