Running
I’ve made a determination about the status of my weight loss regimen. I have started depending on exercise for weight loss, and this isn’t an acceptable place for me to be. In an ideal world, I would keep my calorie count down low enough that I would still be losing weight even if I never walked even a meter. This is when I’m at my dieting best because when I wake up feeling like I did this morning, it’s nice to know that even with a lack of exercise, I still won’t be above my trend line. Any calorie loss from exercise should be an expected bonus. I haven’t exercised for a number of days this week because of illness and then my wedding anniversary. I’ve been hovering dangerously close to my trend line this week, and then this morning, after an evening of chocolate spoon cake and homemade scones, I was going to be above my trend line if I didn’t go exercising. I should never be in this situation again.
To recap, I was going to weigh too much if I didn’t do something, and I didn’t feel like doing any sort of exercising at all. So what did I do? I went running. I ran for around 3 km—3.2 km with four breaks of 50 m speed walking to catch my breath. There were several points when I wanted to just stop, lay in the ditch, and cry in a pool of my own salty sweat, but for every time I felt like this, I made myself run another 50 m beyond what I had intended. This wasn’t the calm mental determination of a buddha. This was combined confession and atonement with a catholic guilt glaze. The whole while this little logical voice just kept saying, “Wouldn’t it be easier to just avoid eating like a dumbass?”
My oblique strategy of the day (which I just looked at) was “Take a break.” This is situational irony.
September 21st, 2007 at 9:00:48
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