So, yeah. I went dark again, despite telling myself that I was going to be really good and write a post every day. And, if you’ve been following along for a while, that means one thing: I had a rough couple of weeks.
Oddly, it was only sporadically rough. Except for last Friday, I hit my walking goals. And, except for a few days, I hit all my calorie goals. So I don’t quite understand why it felt so rough. I mean, objectively, things went pretty well.
The mind is a strange thing, I guess.
Weighing on n yesterday was a strange thing. It was my first weigh-in in 21 days (I’ve been avoiding it), and I gained 3 pounds. So, 347 now. But my pants feel a little loose, which is something that is confusing me.
Long story short, here’s where I’m at. I weigh more, but my pants fit better and the walking is a whole lot easier. Like, “several times over the last few weeks I had to knock out two or more miles at a single go to hit goal, and my legs weren’t sore the next day” easier. So I’m just going to go on record as saying that this health business is strange and peculiar and I wish it made more sense.