268. Again. That’s 19 pounds in 16 weeks. Creeping ever closer to numbers that put me on-schedule instead of ahead of schedule. Which is too close to behind schedule for comfort.
I know why I’m not losing, but need some momentum to the boulder rolling back up the hill.
Here’s how I’ve ended up on this plateau: As regular readers and other friends know, back on June 16 my lovely wife delivered a brand-new sprightly daughter. And since then, kind, sweet, talented cooks/friends have been delivering delectable dishes to our home. For which we are truly grateful, as it means food is something we don’t have to think about as we figure out how baby Kennedy fits into the family structure (or, perhaps more correctly, how the family fits into baby Kennedy’s structure).
The problem with that (not thinking about food) is that I haven’t been thinking about food. I’ve been just eating food, with the intention only of satisfying my hunger. Which, for this body, is not enough. I have to think more critically about what goes on my plate. The food we’ve been brought is all healthy and delicious, but it’s time for me to stop and think, “Hmmm … do I need to fill the plate or will only one spoonful of that pasta do me better?”
I have this (well-meaning, but fat) voice in the back of my mind that keeps telling me it’s somehow rude to not eat the wonderful food people bring me when they bring it to me. It’s not rude. At all. None of these fine people have intended me to eat everything at once, and all this food will freeze quite nicely. But that voice, it’s a strong presence. I suspect some of you know whereof I write.
Rude or not, this week it’s back to responsible portions. I need to catch up.
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