Monday, June 22, 2009

Size

What's up with weight? I really don't understand it. I've been hovering at a particular weight - and I don't want to say what it is, so I'm going to call it 530lbs - since I started serious business travel around 2007. Traveling a lot meant no yoga, lots of french fries, and lots of fancy, buttery dinners out with donors on the corporate AmEx. So I put on a bit, which was fine, but my current early retirement was supposed to take that weight back off.

And it did! A few months of eating better, walking more, and regular yoga classes saw me back around my college weight - call that 520lbs. It was great! My thin pants fit perfectly again, and I felt great.

Then, inexplicably, I went back to 530. Last month, with no major changes in eating or exercise, I put those ten pounds right back on. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, people?

So now I'm trying to cut back on the ice cream, and add some light weightlifting and cardio in between weekly yoga classes. (I know, I know. I'd do more yoga if there was another class at my level that didn't happen at night, but I just can't exercise at dinner time.) We'll see how it works - I'm tired of my fat pants! Any suggestions?

5 comments:

Bob said...

Well; my weight program currently includes the best-tasting pears I've ever had! They take the place of other temptations. THANKS

Becky Fowler said...

I'm with you! I'm facing the music and joined Weight Watchers online. bleh...

Melanie said...

You are hilarious. Sorry about my schadenfreud (never could spell that). Too bad being funny and a good writer won't help you get down to 520 again. I know, why don't we walk laps in the Monterey Bay Aquarium and up and down Cannery Row and in and out of art galleries in Carmel. And for your weight lifting, I have the perfect 13 pound weight for you.

Rick said...

Hey Em,
Read your blog to my dad, he says to go naked. That way you won't have to wear your fat pants.

EmilySullins said...

Go naked! That's a good idea - I think I'd be less inclined to scarf down large hunks of cheese and big bowls of ice cream if I were naked. Plus I would have to run past the windows, which burns calories.

Becky, you rule. Let me know how it goes!

Oh, and Mel: we can have ice cream while we go on those walks, right?