This past weekend was a particulary bad weekend for my eating habits. I knew it was coming but didn’t prepare for it at all. Saturday was pretty hopeless for any weight loss goal since I spent the entire day at a park in Maple Grove. I suppose I could have worked out with a walk after we got back home, but I was completely exhausted of a day of being in the heat playing with little cousins and socializing all day. Sunday wasn’t much better, the party was shorter, but my decisions were lacking as I decided to play video games all day instead of going out for a walk or really doing anything but sitting on my… well… butt.
I grew up not having to worry about what to eat and how much of it I ate. Mostly because I was growing at a fairly fast rate (I went from 5’6″ to 6’0″ during my 6th grade year). I was involved in many physical activities including sports and chores at home (dairy farm). I was fed well and was always told to make sure I finished the food put in front of me. This was both out of respect for the cook and we ate three squares a day so the next meal wouldn’t be for some time.
This all gets me to where I’m at now. I’m just getting to the point now where I don’t have to finish the entire plate and feel that pang of not finishing something.
I need to not finish everything. I need to slow down when I eat so I get the “I’m Full” signal from my stomach before I shovel down another plate of food. A lot of this depends on me looking at something and saying “I should only eat x amount” and stopping there with or without the “I’m Full”.
I’ll get there in time. Hopefully sooner than later, but it will happen. I’ve never had a drive to lose weight. No real goal in mind beyond just the number. Now I have a something besides the number to concentrate on.
You can check out my progress on my published Google Spreadsheet: Dez’s Weight Tracker