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Tuesday, December 2, 2003: I'm not insane
Once again it's late evening, and once again we're in the TV room, Blake looking after Delphine and me typing. I hope I'll be able to write one of these entries during the day, when my brain is working. Not today, though, because once again my day was all full up, and Delphine didn't give me so much time for myself. Today I went downtown to the office, my former and technically current place of employment. I was there to visit and sell concert tickets, but I ended up going to lunch with Bob and Jeff. We went to the standard Chinese restaurant that we always used to go to, and I had sweet and sour chicken. It was tasty, but even better, Bob bought my lunch. This afternoon I wrote two (2) more Christmas cards, for a grand total of three (3). I'll have them all done by Easter at this rate. Another unfinished job: Morgan (my sister-in-law) and I put up the tree, the lights and the tinsel (she thinks it's tacky, I think it's mandatory), but we couldn't put up the baubles because I didn't have those little S-shaped wire hangers. So I have to go to the hardware store tomorrow and pick some up, and then my tree can be fully dressed.
In a previous entry I wrote about my shiny new eating plan, my calorie counting extravaganza. So far I've cut down to 2200 calories a day, and it's going pretty well. I had a couple of days where it was really hard to keep below 2200, but the last couple of days I've had trouble breaking 2000, so it all evens out. I'm ultimately going to cut down to 1800 or even 1600 if I can stand it, cutting down by 100 calories a day at a time. I'm going to stay at 2200 until after Christmas, though. I'm not insane. If I cut down 100 calories every month I can be at 1600 by the end of May, which is when I expect Delphine and I will stop nursing. Or I might do 100 calories every six weeks -- no rush, really. I weighed myself at the doctor last time Delphine had an appointment (I don't have a scale at home, because I'm not insane) and I had lost 15 lbs since I started cutting down, about six weeks prior. That's pretty rapid weight loss, but I expect it's slowed down since then. I'm really curious to see what weight I end up at; my all-time adult low is 185 lbs, and I think I was around a size 14 at that weight. Supposedly my appropriate weight is 145 lbs, but I can't imagine that ever happening. A couple of people have noticed that I'm losing weight -- Anne Choi at Starbucks always says I'm getting thinner, and Lou at the hardware store said "the baby's getting bigger and you're getting smaller." I've noticed my pants are a little looser, but also that my rings and watch, and maybe even my shoes, are loose. It's like I'm losing the weight evenly over my entire body. This new endeavour has made me less sympathetic to the fat-acceptance movement, which I think is fighting a losing battle. There are some people who are genuinely living a healthy life, and are fat anyway. But those people represent such a tiny proportion of the fat people on this continent as to be statistically negligible. I used to think I was one of them, but 2600 calories a day says I was wrong. People just gotta eat less, and stop eating trash. Easy peasy. Hah. That's not to say that I think fat people should be ashamed of being fat, or that they should be miserable and lonely and sit around waiting to be thin before they start their life. I think people should be ashamed of smoking, or drinking, or driving big stinky cars, before they should be ashamed of being fat.
We're watching this English reality show about a bunch of people who are trying to live an Iron Age life. Someone brought two little kids, and one of them got food poisoning. How fucking stupid would you feel taking your kids on something like this on a lark and then making one of them sick? Whoops. |