Sunday, May 13, 2012


This has been a pretty weird couple of weeks.  I came down with a strain of what I'm sure is anthrax.  I don't think I can give all the credit to my sickness but I have lost 9 lbs. the last three weeks.  Some of the credit goes to a sea change in my way of thinking about food.

I've struggled with how I was going to write about this because I don't want to give the wrong idea.  After my last post about my weight and relationship with food, I made a conscious effort to pay attention to how my body felt all day.  I started realizing that when I felt hungry, often it was just an obsessive craving for a certain food.  That's how I would end up doing things like eating at Chinese buffets for lunch.

Once I started recognizing the difference, I realized I wasn't hungry as often as I thought I was.  Very often, a small snack of almonds and skim string cheese was enough to satisfy me for quite a while.  For maybe the first time in my life I was able to go grocery shopping on an empty stomach and not consider any poor choices for a 'snack' on the way home.

The other change I've made is stopping eating when I'm still a little hungry.  A half hour later if I'm still hungry I eat something small but, more often than not, I'm fine.  I no longer feel stuffed or sleepy after lunch.

The reason I've struggled with writing about this is I don't want anyone to think I've just stopped eating to lose weight.  I go to bed satisfied every night and I think I'm still eating between 1800 and 2000 calories a day.  The only difference is I pay closer attention to my body than my mind when it comes to eating and I don't eat to what I used to think was full.  Now I'm below 290 lbs for the first time in about 4 years.

On a side note, I have mutant crickets invading my house.

Exudes evil, amirite?
I live in the town I grew up in and I never saw a cricket like this growing up.  When I got up to use the bathroom this morning the evil menace that looked much more frightening than that was sitting in my sink.  I can only assume he used his mutant super skills to jump there from the floor.

These are what the crickets I saw as a kid looked like:

I've decided my house must have been built over top of a radioactive meteorite that has altered the ecosystem in my crawl space.

This can only mean 1 of 3 things:

  1. This mutant horde will soon take over my house and you will read about us in the Huffington Post in the near future.
  2. My memories of my childhood are unrealistic fantasies of an Eden overflowing with milk and honey.
  3. I can expect to wake up soon with super powers of my own and I need to start thinking about a superhero name.
I'll keep you posted.

1 comment:

  1. Very timely post today... I am glad to hear you are doing well. I needed to read this. Thanks for the words!!