I have a doctor’s appointment in a week or so and I thought I’d try to cut the sugar that has crept back into my diet out for a week and see how I feel, and what I weigh, though I am less focused on that than I used to be. As evinced by the ten returning pounds. A recent NYT article cited a meta study showing that, as the fat acceptance folks have been telling us for ages, movement, all by itself, lengthens life more than weight loss by itself.
So if you can only manage one thing, not the other, work on exercise first. I did weight loss by itself, with a few miles of walking daily, sure but no weight training, and got skinny arms… But the arms work fine and I feel better, so, that was a win, too, really.
The daily fast has somehow made me feel like I deserve AS MUCH SUGAR AS I WANT, which, you know, is a lot of sugar. More and more, in fact. So. Yeah. Whack-a-mole again. At what point do I get everything right… and start shooting opiods, I wonder. Darkly. Hah.
Maybe sugar isn’t so bad. So it’s just seven days. I’ll talk about this when it’s over.
Oh, and if you’re noticing how fucking boring this blog is, yeah. I’m trying to use social media to make me healthier and happier, this horse and buggy social media, that I have to actually fucking pay for, the domain name and hosting without the third party marketing built in. No ads here, you notice.
You’re welcome. Enjoy my boring first world problems!
