Did I mention that since I’ve started to not eat sugar, and not eat after 8pm (with some exceptions, like when I am late), I’ve lost some weight? (Oh wait, yes I did).
About a month ago I was headed towards 150lbs, reliably weighing in at least 148 or 149. Bear in mind I’m only 5′ 10″. I’ve now become under 145 lbs, and someone pointed out there’s no more sag under my chin, and I’d noticed that my belly is much more in proportion to my chest (though still not flat since I can’t bring myself to work on that through exercise).
Why a second blog entry about this tired subject? Only because I recognize that I came close to being that middle-aged guy who is overweight. I curved away from that fate, narrowly. It was only a month ago that I was snacking all the time, late into the evening, eating dinner at 10pm. Eating for the pleasure of taste and the feeling of chomping — feelings to distract me from anxiety. I’d never eaten so often before. It was becoming a new habit.
I think my visit home (to my parents home) back at the start of 2007 also helped remind me that I grew up with much less food. At their house, no one snacks. At least not much. Because there isn’t much there besides, say, cereal. Food simply isn’t a recreation there.
All this said, I don’t have a problem with people who choose to be large. I am speaking only about my self-identity, and I don’t mean to imply that being thin is the only “right” choice. Ok, enough of me going on about this.