A couple weeks ago, I stepped onto the scale (completely naked, of course, so as not to add the bulky weight of my t-shirt and boxer shorts) and the unexpected readout provoked me to shout, "You lying sonofaB*%#!" at which point, Jeremy looked at me like I was crazy. I admit, I've always been a little obsessive about my weight--especially lately since I seem to have unknowingly gained a few pounds out of absolutely nowhere.
I'm actually more perplexed than anything. I thought back over the past month and decided I haven't really changed any part of my lifestyle. I continue to eat (remotely) healthy and I'm just as inactive as I've always been, my medicine/vitamin regimen has hardly changed. So how is it possible that these three or four pounds have come out of literally nowhere? Have I reached the dreaded point in my life that my metabolism is starting to slow down? Gasp. But I've always had the metabolism of a high school boy! Uh-oh. I may be in trouble if, at age 32, my metabolic rate has, in fact, begun to slow.
You see, I absolutely hate exercise with every fiber of my being. Sure, I take the stairs almost everyday at work and go on the occasional jog, but that doesn't seem to be cutting it anymore. If you've not heard of the Smartphone app "My Fitness Pal," I warn you not to download it. It is the devil! It helps you track your daily caloric intake and counter it against your exercise routine. All I have to say is "Ignorance is bliss!" I used to make a meal out of Mexi-Dip and chips from Taco Bueno. I always thought, "How unhealthy can that be?" Well, thanks to this handy little app, I now know that such a "meal" is worth my DAILY ALLOWANCE of fat/calories. My Fitness Pal is most definitely not my "pal." Thanks to said app, I have become one of those people I hate...the ones that count calories and all but weigh their food and then keep a diary of everything consumed for the day. Although, I'm too lazy to continue such compulsive tracking, so I'll probably just keep that knowledge in the back of my mind.
Perhaps this recent fluctuation in weight should be more of an eye opener for me than an obsession. I am just going to have to choose healthier options and make a concerted effort to turn of Dexter, get my lazy butt off the couch and get some physical activity. If I only end up a few pounds heavier, big deal. At least I'm still hovering around my high school graduation weight. In all actuality, the scale's readout shouldn't define my overall health. As long as I still fit into my clothes, I'm okay. My biggest fear is not being able to fit into the TONS of clothes that fill my closet. But at least I'll never outgrow all my shoes, so there's the silver lining. Going forward, I just have to embrace a healthier lifestyle...and perhaps move our scale out from in front of the office window if I continue to weigh myself in the nude.