My work environment has changed. We moved buildings. Now, when I step off the shuttle, instead of being 20 steps from my desk, I’m about 100 steps, plus a flight of stairs. I climb this flight of stairs probably six times a day. My lab is about 50 steps away, instead of 10. Instead of everything I need being in the lab, it’s not scattered all over, and I spend a significant amount of time finding reagents and glassware, walking back and forth from the fridge (no food!) in a different lab, instruments in yet another lab, etc. Also, the job no longer does Costco runs, someone else is in charge of the food. No more goldfish crackers, cookies, chips, bread, string cheese. And while, yes, there is such a thing as willpower, it’s not a surefire thing, especially when things get stressful, or I’m overly hungry. Now, snacks are hard-boiled eggs, wild rice salad, chickpea salads, fruit, nasty granola bars (really have to be hungry for to gag down one of these), overly sweet low-fat yogurt, which I would never be hungry enough to eat. There’s a soup and salad and sandwich bar, and “healthy” entrees, though I almost always bring my own lunch.*
My New Year’s Resolution this year was to prepare most of my own food. I’ve been quite successful at it. I still eat out 3-4 times a week, usually due to social occasions, and an almost weekly burrito, but it is much better than the almost every meal that it used to be. I’ve got a new half year resolution, to get serious about strength training. Yes, I use the small weights, but even they’re not getting much easier, and I can barely do all the reps. So I’m pushing a little harder, not just half-assedly going through the motions. I even do hard yoga on occasion, not just the stretchy stuff. It makes me feel really good, though I don’t always enjoy it at the time.
There was a few weeks where I had no car. Even my bike was out of commission for almost a week, and I was certainly feeling the lack of gym in my life, though I still had plenty of exercise, being that I had to walk everywhere (2.2 miles each way to the shuttle to work), grocery store, farmers market, etc. So, yes, I admit, I am an addict, I crave the endorphins/dopamine/serotonin/whatever it might be that strenuous exercise gives me. Not like I crave cigarettes, but certainly more than anything else I’ve encountered to this day.
I’m feeling okay about things. I’d still like to lose another 10 pounds, which is what I weighed about a year ago, and I’m getting there slowly. There’s nothing ecstatic about losing a pound, maybe two, per month, but that seems to be my current pace. I hate to say, but I think I lost weight faster when I wasn’t doing so much gym, though I hate the whole idea of that. Am I overcompensating with my eating? I know sometimes I eat just so I don’t bonk at the gym, even if I’m not hungry. I’m going to look at this over the next few weeks, though I don’t want to cut my gym too much. Endorphins rule!
I am procrastinating packing for a camping trip, cleaning my apartment. Feeling disgruntled. It took me three tries to get the password right for this blog. I will have to think on that, too.
*My pizza consumption has dropped considerably, as it’s just not around at work too often. I still like it, still eat it, but levels are way down.