More Insanity

As of this morning, the scale reads exactly the same as it did last Saturday, but a few pounds LESS than where I was early in the week.  So, while the scale didn't exactly make me cry today, it did manage to piss me off a little.

Remember the definition of insanity?

I don't want to go there anymore.

For me, there are two weight loss killers:

1.  Treating myself
2. Eating too much in the evenings

These are the things I need to work on going forward.  I have to confine the treats (a meal out, a trip to Cold Stone, a piece of cake) to one day per week and I have to keep those treats SMALL.  Uber small.

Eating too much in the evenings means having a meal.  I think my metabolism goes into hibernation mode by around 4:00 p.m.  If my energy levels late in the day are any indication of  my ability to burn calories, then I'd say that has to be true.  I lose steam early in the day because I START my day early with a hard workout.      For some reason, if I eat anything more than a piece of toast or a small healthy snack, my body punishes me.  It's like whatever I eat after 4:00 p.m. gets transported directly to my hips.  No converting to energy, no passing through my intestines.  Just right to the old fat storage unit.

So those are the two places I need to be very careful.  And probably more careful than most, for whatever reasons.  Hormones, age, dead metabolism.  Who knows?

We all have our crosses to bear in life.  This one is mine.  But it's mine to be strengthened by or defeated by.  I get to choose.

If only carrying crosses burned extra calories.