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Pittsburgh, PA, United States
Six years ago I decided (age) 42 would be my magic number. I stepped on the scale for the first time in a LONG time. It was a BIG number, it was a SCARY number, but mostly I knew I had to own that number. I lost 40 pounds, leaving the obese category behind. In 2014 I committed myself to working out HARD and a low sugar diet, losing more weight and gaining nice definition. Then life happened, and I lost momentum, gaining some weight back. My goals now are different, and include completing my first ever marathon at age 48. GULP! You can read about the next part of my journey here.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

I am Pandora, and Be My Guest

After an eight day vacation, we returned home mid afternoon.  I went for a short run (which was horribly painful), and before taking a shower made the decision to step on the scale.  Yes, yes. I know weighing yourself late in the day, after 8 days of indulging in salty, high fat food, is not highly recommended -- but I am Pandora, and must open the jar.
I knew I had gained weight, but I gained so much weight that my Fitbit scale did not recognize me.  Instead of reading CBY after the weight/fat %, it read Guest.  I found this incredibly comical (the weight gain was 10 lbs by the way).
The next day I went right back to what is "normal" eating for me, and by Friday I had lost the 10 lbs, plus more.  Now, clearly I did not gain 10 lbs of fat in 8 days, nor did I lose 12 lbs of fat in a week.  But the experience did reinforce a few things for me.:

1.  No matter how off course you go while travelling, if you get right back on track with your plan, there are really no worries.
2.  The scale is a great tool, but only in the context of long term trends.  10 lbs in a week? Nonsense.
3.  I eat food on vacation that I normally don't at home (ice cream, fried foods, pastry at breakfast), with no regrets about it.  But far too many times I ate so much that I felt physically uncomfortable, and that is never cool -- anywhere.  In other words, I  acted like a guest in my own body, disconnecting from it.  Fitbit got it right.


When you start out over 200 lbs, hitting a new "Decade" always gives a psychological boost.  On Saturday, I dipped below 160 for the first time in 23 years.  I am superstitious now that I need to document new lows with a photo, so even though I don't look different, here it is.