I had my annual physical a few weeks ago. Each year my husband and I make it a competition to see who's doing better. Thanks to a very regular exercise routine, I can claim victory; however even though the majority of my test results looked great, my weight did not.
Since late February I've put on 13 pounds! Now how exactly does that happen? I asked my doctors. They did thyroid tests--since that can usually explain that kind of weight gain over a relatively short period of time. Thank goodness all was normal. The doctor told me to keep a food journal. Nothing fancy, but just for 2-3 days write down what I ate and put calories with it. I found the problem--food. Actually excess food.
I've fallen into a pattern of thinking that because I work out that I'm entitled to eat what I want. That doesn't hold true anymore. Sure, I can run 4 miles, 3-4 times a week---but having two or three brownies on Wednesdays is not a plan for good health. I told a friend yesterday that I'm not into being thin, I just want to be strong and healthy--a theme you've heard from me before. Food has a place in that. I don't want to go on a diet or deprive myself of food I love, but I also need to learn that I can stop at one cookie.
I've been eating salads all week (love Wendy's Baja salad with no dressing or tortilla chips-- chili and salad taste great together) and incorporated fresh fruit and veges back into my snacking diet. I've cut back on the coffee. I feel better. I actually had a very late brunch today and told myself I wanted a hamburger --YUCK! It just didn't settle well w/me.
I realize that my goal of having a Demi-Moore-at-40-body might not be a reality. But I would love to return to where I was last summer when I took my fit test, felt great about myself, fit smashingly into my clothes and when food was still a friend. Time to rekindle an old friendship!
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