Flatline in week 28
This weekend I travel to Washington, D.C. for a seminar on campaign finance. While I am terribly excited to be traveling again, I do have a little anxiety about being so big on an airplane sitting next to someone I don’t know. I fly from Seattle to Houston, then Houston to D.C. on Friday and make the reverse trip on Sunday. I know I’ll survive whatever happens, but this is a tangible reminder of why losing weight is so important to me. I don’t want to always have this fear about traveling.
No milestones hit this week and after seven days my weight stayed essentially flat. After the week before and losing 9 pounds I had hoped for even a few ounces of progress but it started heading north pretty quickly.
As I’ve said before, weight is a bit of an imperfect way to measure health, but it’s the best one I’ve got.
A few ounces would have put me ahead of where I was when I regrouped before, and I am certain I’ll be there again.
One way I heard about three decades ago to boost metabolism is to have a one-day feast. My weight wasn’t going anywhere good, so I decided to give it a try. I don’t know that this will work again, but it seemed to this week. My weight, despite my conscious effort to focus on the next day’s scale, wasn’t moving in the right direction day after day. Again, there may have been more than my diet affecting that, but I wanted to shake things up. On Friday I ate a lot. On Saturday I went back to my new regular way of eating and was even down from where I’d been. By Sunday I was back close to where I was a week ago.
Here’s to passing my former low this week and maybe even being able to pass 30. If I do, I’ll let you know.