Move that body

Yes, well, while I’m still not eating everything, I am, perhaps, eating more than is strictly called for.

No, not more. Just stuff I wouldn’t eat if it weren’t December and all around me. Last night, I ate chips. Real potato chips, grease and all. Though they were reduced fat chips. They were very good, and I’m not sorry I ate them.

I’ve also eaten some dark chocolate lately.

And I won’t apologise.

Because life is good. I am getting smaller (the other morning, I sat up in bed and stretched, and Taco was all, Oh my god! What, what? I said. He said, you’re melting. You’re melting away. Hardly accurate, but nice nonetheless. And last night, Mean and Crazy Tracey said, just exactly how much weight have you lost? A couple sizes at least?

Truth is I have no idea how much I’ve lost. Can’t seem to get a regular weigh in on the same scale. I may have lost nine pounds, or it may be more like 15. Depends on who you ask, on which day. I’m not too worried about that. And I don’t know about a couple of sizes. I haven’t bought clothes since I started this project. And my clothes are too big for me, for sure, but they’re not actually falling off me yet, so I likely won’t buy any for a bit.

But Taco and I have two weddings to hit in the new year. My not-cousin is getting hitched to his awesome girlfriend. And my great boss and is marrying his awesome girlfriend, who also happens to be an awesome friend of mine, and it’s all very awesome, this unbridled, er, bridal stuff. So there will be new clothes for the weddings, and both are in other cities. Toronto and Winnipeg. With people I won’t have seen for some time. So it’ll be nice to be smaller and healthier and altogether happier than I’ve been in who knows how long.

I’ve been off the workout wagon this week, because I’m sick as a pike. Did some yoga earlier this week, and meant to do more, but then the water heater, as Taco so elegantly puts it, shit the bed, and so this week has been lost to trying to figure it out and get it fixed so I can do laundry before we take off on Saturday on our amazing cross-country Christmas adventure. Plus I’ve had to do a lot of crying, because I am a big baby. And because I’m sick. And I have my period. And did I mention no hot water? Because god hates me!

I’ve been a little worried, to tell you the truth, about losing my momentum. I loved, loved lifting weights with Westy last week, and meant to go again three times this week, but then the sickness, so no lifting for me. And now I’m going away for almost two weeks. And while I will go to Robot Exercise Church while I’m at the ancestral palace, I’ve been worried it won’t be the same. And of course, it won’t be. But it will be something. Which is more than it’s been in years past. And so, I think, I will come out the other side ok. Hoping to come out the other side ok isn’t enough, I know that. I have to exercise some agency in the matter, as well as, you know, just exercising. But I think Taco and I will go on long walks while in Mississauga (the better to smoke dope secretly, I should think), and that will help, as will Curves, in its perverse, knee-hurting way. And I think I’ll take my old friend Gym in A Box with me, too. Might as well have all the help I can muster.

My osteopath said a funny thing to me today. “Your body really wants to move,” he said. And you know? For the first time in my life, I can see that that’s true. That that’s why I have these joints, these fully articulated limbs. They do want to move. It’s what they were made for.

So move they shall. Even if it’s just into a few good yoga poses for now.

Eating everything

Don't worry, I'm not eating everything. But Blogger is. I had a nice big post ready yesterday about how baggy my pants are getting, with a cautionary tale about how ignorant, willfully or otherwise, I was in the past about the size of my pants and, by extension, my ass.

However, Blogger binged on it and has not yet chosen to puke it up. I tried to save it as a draft, but something went horribly, horribly wrong, I was confronted with a page of code and, well, I gave up.

What I have not given up on, however, is this thing I've been doing, with the smart eating and the working out and the like.

Was in Mississauga for a few days last week, so I went to Curves with my mom and sister. Ah, robot church, I kind of didn't miss you that much. The camaraderie is great, familially speaking. The wear and tear on my knees and assorted other joints? Not as great. I will be cancelling that membership after Christmas, I think. It's not a rigorous enough workout for me, and, at the same time, it totally wrecks my body.

And wrecking my body is not part of the plan here.

Other fast things: got nice comments from assorted family members on current appearance. Am also feeling quite skinny, relatively speaking. Though less so at this very moment, because I haven't actually worked out for eeep! four days. Will rectify this oversight in about twenty minutes.

Am making plans to begin weightlifting, which I fully expect will change my life. Stand by for update when appropriate.

Genuinely, pants are very baggy. This makes me very happy. Will be much happier when I can buy some new ones.

What else? Am hitting it hard with the naturopath. Turns out...get this...that there might actually be something amiss with my thyroid function. Not that I think I got this way totally because of my thyroid, but it may be a factor. Anyhow. There will be many months of naturopathic treatment in my future. Good times. Put the quinoa on to boil, baby, I'm a comin home!

(No quinoa tonight, though. Going to take Professor Taco out for supper. May--may eat a lamb-burger. May be very happy about that indeed. Oh, remind me to tell you about the oven "fried" fish and chips I've been experimenting with lately. Oh god, the good eating we've been doing. All of it on-plan and mostly candida-protocol-appropriate. Whee!)