Week nineteen and I'm 13 pound less than when I started my little adventure. Last week it was 14 pounds down, which is close to 15 pounds down, which is a bit of a benchmark.If only wishing were weight loss.....
I'm writing this post just before i go to the gym. My exercise sked, which I've been very faithful to for the last few months, is yoga Monday, Wednesday, Friday and strength training Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday. Since I got my new-to-me bike last week, a beautiful 1976 red, three speed CCM with a honking' huge wire basket, I've been peddling to the gym, weather permitting. I cycle from Mill Creek to Oliver square, a distance of at least 8kms. That adds a half hour of cardio to either end of my workout, three time a week so you'd think I'd shrink away to nothing...
Except for the damn potato bread!
Imagine potato and bread in the same crusty loaf. Now, imagine it hot from the oven. Have I ever mentioned that bread, besides being the staff of life, is also the sabre of diet destruction? I ate half a loaf of potato bread yesterday. H-A-L-F A L-O-A-F (say it fast and it sounds like something only liposuction could combat). It was over time, that consumption, granted, but it was consumed without enough thought and with no small amount of guilt. Did I enjoy that bread spread thick with butter? Yes.
Yes and NO. This morning I made my regular breakfast -- oatmeal with three tablespoons of yogurt. I ignored the damn potato bread. The damage has been done, but that doesn't mean I'm going to carry on with the crime. I fell off the wagon but I've climbed back on. The half loaf (four [and a crust] slices) will mean at least an extra work out. Possibly two or three. I've learned that it takes 3400 calories to make a pound. That means conversely that you have to monitor your intake by 3400 calories to shed a pound. I've been bouncing up a pound/down a pound for the last three weeks. It's like being on a trampoline and I'm starting to get dizzy.
I want to hit that magical 15 pound mark and I'd like to do it before the end of May. It's important that I do, just so I can see my way forward and carry on.
The Tree Stone Bakery, on 99th street, makes the best potato bread in the world. Go there. Have a loaf. Until I can learn a little more about self control, I'll be steering my red CCM clear of the place. If you see me on my bicycle with a baguette in my basket, snatch it out and stick it in my spokes, please. Daily bread be damned. Give us this day, our daily oats...Amen, so be it. More positive news next week.
M
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