Vacation was fun, eating wasn’t too difficult. I managed to get in plenty of veggies and fruits, some that I bought, some from the food bank. I ate out about half of the time, deciding after day 1 that I would try to avoid deep fried (after quesing out over fish and chips-my second time eating fries). I have gained 2 pounds in the last month, between moving, quitting smoking, and vacation. Maybe more, maybe less, it’s hard to tell as I lost scale continuity by moving. Two scales across two days gave me 159, so that’s where I’ll call it. I am trying to go to 148, which is where I’m technically not overweight anymore (by BMI). Yes, I know BMI is not great, but I gotta pick some arbitrary number, so why not?
I’m starting a class in green chemistry today. It sounds interesting, though the timing is unfortunate. Saturday mornings are when I get up and drive to SF at 7 am, go to the farmers market, step class, body sculpt class, veggie burrito (brown rice of course), and whatever else I have to do. I have a huge pile of mail at my last apartment, need to try to visit the landlord, have a beer in his yard, smooch on his rottie dog.
Speaking of beer, I don’t think I’m giving alcohol enough credit in my lack of losing weight. Though I know better, somehow I don’t account for it, or really compensate foodwise for how much I drink. Which was a bunch on vacation, not a whole lot at home. But I also rode a crappy old 10-speed for about 5 hours/daily, including locking up for some hikes. But realistically, I can take an oerall look back on my diet, and as it starts going up in starch and cheese, weight loss stops/reverses. I think it’s mostly because that means I’m eating out a lot, which means I’m eating less vegetables, bigger portions, less whole grainy, more alcohol. But I’m back, and tomorrow morning I can finally get to the farmers market, restock my fruits and veggies. Hooray!
I started smoking again. Made it to the second to last day of vacation, then folded. I’ll try again in a week or two. Shit.