Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Assessing The Damage
Yesterday I was starving... not just a little hungry... starving. The kind of constant hunger that makes you wonder if you might have gotten a tapeworm or some such parasitic pariah while vacationing in paradise. Then I remembered how much I ate... and... the rate with which I was throwing back "the juice" (aka "the Dr"... "sir pep-a-lot" to you). It's possible that during the course of my two week binge-fest (starting with the lemon square bonanza during the house staging phase and ending with a week long vacation) that I "stretched" my stomach. It appears that I ate like such a wild pig that my body forgot what was normal consumption and now expects 5000 calories a day to survive. So I did the unthinkable... I weighed myself. I wasn't going to do it. I was planning to give myself a week to rebound but I felt like I needed to know where I stand and how much willpower I need to be bringing to the table this week. It turns out that my weight isn't so far off (it's off just not ridiculous off) but Sweet Jesus my goddamn body fat is through the freaking roof!!! Apparently when you go cold turkey on any type of exercise for 3 weeks you will actually become fatter... as in actually composed of more fat. Due to all the basement redoing and whatnot the TV (and even more importantly the TIVO) has been unplugged as has my dear old treadmill. Mr F is hooking 'em up for me tonight and I'm going to get back on the "Crazy Cardio" bandwagon.