Today's random thoughts.
I recently passed another milestone that I intended to write a major blog post about, but didn't. I now weigh less than I did when I graduated high school. I was going to talk about being this weight now... versus being this weight then... but I didn't get around to it for a number of reasons.
In the early 1980's when I graduated high school at 260 pounds I was the fattest kid I knew in my school. There were other fat kids, and looking through the historical data I know that by the 1980's obesity was already on the rise, but there are degrees of obesity and there weren't many young people who were as fat as I was. Compare that to today... Just in my neighborhood there are enough high school aged kids that are fat enough that I would not feel the least bit out of the norm if I graduated today at 260 pounds.
There were people fatter than me back in the 1980's. But not many, and they were few enough that when I saw them I'd make a mental note of it. In today's world I don't have to go looking... People weighing 250 pounds or more are everywhere. People weighing 350 pounds or more can be seen on a regular basis. If you're out in public on a daily basis, you're likely to see at least one.
It is a sad and tragic commentary on our modern culture.
I continue with eating a lower volume of food, and I am still clueless as to what hunger really is. Tomorrow marks six weeks and I am no closer to knowing what hunger is than when I started. Thankfully, the gnawing obsession to overeat is gone. I still have the urge, but urges are much more manageable than gnawing obsessions.
Yesterday was interesting. I actually did physical labor all day long yesterday. I had a project at hand and wanted to get as much of it done as possible. I fully expected that with the expenditure of so much energy that I would have the urge to eat a greater quantity of food. Yet I didn't. In fact, the opposite occurred. At noon I ate a banana because I hadn't eaten anything yet. Then around 1pm I came home and fixed what I'd normally eat for breakfast and took it back with me and slowly ate it while I worked, even though I perceived no hunger. At dinnertime I again felt no urge to eat any more food than normal, and in fact, didn't feel like eating any food at all. But I did. I not only ate the volume of food that has become my "normal" dinner, but I ate twice that because my experience over the past six weeks told me that given that level of physical exertion I would lose more weight than I wanted to on what has become my "normal" volume of food. I was expecting to feel stuffed eating that much extra food. I didn't.
Did I learn anything? Yeah, I guess so. I learned that I still don't know what hunger is, and that not even extreme physical exertion will trigger it... but yet I fairly accurately decided on the right amount of food to eat, based entirely on learned experience over the past six weeks. This morning I weighed one half pound less than yesterday morning, which is acceptable.
-Norm aka John Smith