Ten for Ten

Last night, I got this cute little image that told me that I've gone TEN days in a row logging my food choices.  It felt good to see that hit double digits.  I was more looking forward to going to the gym this morning to see if it's done anything on the scale.

Went to the gym this morning - didn't eat breakfast.  I'm starting to learn that food is fuel.  I'm not trying to be funny when I say that.  Forever, food was what felt good.  It's what I did when I felt bad.  When I was nervous.  When I had nothing to do with my hands.  I picked up food and ate it.   That's exactly how I got to the point where I was 466 pounds.

These last 10 days, I've learned to do the opposite.  Not eat all the time.  Eat planned meals.  Log every bite.  Consider if I should eat something because I've got goals to reach.

So, I didn't want to eat before I stepped on the scale.  I wanted the lowest number possible.  I didn't want a silly meal to skew my number.  I figured I'd eat after.

I had no energy.  I couldn't stay on the elipical.  I barely made 5 minutes on the treadmill.  I couldn't get half the weight bars off the ground today.  I was mentally and physically worn out, and this was at 5:30am.

I was out of fuel.  I need to start remembering to fuel my body to do the things I want to do.  That's a strange compromise for me.  I go from eating TOO much to NOT enough, and I have to find a middle ground.   I'm not worried, I'll get there.   I know I'm still learning.

Oh, and the good news?

Dropped 4 more pounds as I recorded 452 this morning.   That's 14 since I decided to do something about my life ten days ago.  Pretty happy about that, but SO much more work to do.