Hiking at lunch.....
May. 6th, 2014 06:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
osodecanelaI ran this weekend - 4 miles on Saturday and then another 2.5 on Sunday. I also lifted; the really lingering muscle ache I had after the first time I lifted early last month did not happen and I did push myself a bit. Yesterday and today there was not time to hit the gym so I've walked - a 3.5 hike at lunchtime. I was on the phone for the last half of it and had absolutely no trouble keeping up my half of the conversation while moving my butt down the road. If anything, seeing that I wasn't having any difficulty in talking made me speed up my pace, which got me back to my office a bit faster.
I know this isn't a race, but I am so ready to awaken tomorrow a man at normal weight. It's gonna take the time its gonna take; the new habits/lifestyle will have time to gel and take permanent hold.
Lunch today was a spinach salad and some pesto chicken breast. A pediatric colleague at the MD lounge pointed to the menu listing which most of the time now indicates what has gluten and what does not.
"That's for you, isn't it?" I smiled and nodded.
"How much now?"
I smiled again. "86 and counting."
She smiled. "You look fabulous."
Everything is relative. I hear friends and acquaintances exclaim how thin I am. Other folks who don't know me but are within earshot, look at me confused. I've seen 'what the hell?' written on their faces, trying to figure out if the person going on and on about how thin I am needs to see a psychiatrist or an optometrist. No one with a 46" waist is thin. I'm no longer freakishly obese, but I'm sure as hell far from skinny.
I've got a patient I see (and am rather fond of) who has affectionately called be 'big guy' for years. I just checked his chart. I now weigh less than he does (though not by much). He's my tires and lube guy and when I stopped on Saturday for an oil change before heading to the gym, he had just gotten back to his work desk with fast food, which he tried vainly to slide out of my sight. I did a mental tally on his run to Burger King and his lunch was clocking in at roughly 1500 kCal. He must have heard my mental wheels turning because, he reached into his sandwich and picked out the two strips of bacon and tossed them into the trash. "I told them no bacon."
I didn't have the heart to tell him the bun, mayo/special sauce, and french fries were a larger issue, but there were a mess of other people around and I had no desire to embarrass him. Anyway, I really want my 'big guy' nick to disappear, not because I say something, but just because it won't apply anymore. Now that I'm in 'his neighborhood', 'big guy' is still my reality, but soon I suspect he'll stop using it, hopefully in another 30 lbs or so, once it's clear that I'm significantly smaller, at least smaller than he is.
I know this isn't a race, but I am so ready to awaken tomorrow a man at normal weight. It's gonna take the time its gonna take; the new habits/lifestyle will have time to gel and take permanent hold.
Lunch today was a spinach salad and some pesto chicken breast. A pediatric colleague at the MD lounge pointed to the menu listing which most of the time now indicates what has gluten and what does not.
"That's for you, isn't it?" I smiled and nodded.
"How much now?"
I smiled again. "86 and counting."
She smiled. "You look fabulous."
Everything is relative. I hear friends and acquaintances exclaim how thin I am. Other folks who don't know me but are within earshot, look at me confused. I've seen 'what the hell?' written on their faces, trying to figure out if the person going on and on about how thin I am needs to see a psychiatrist or an optometrist. No one with a 46" waist is thin. I'm no longer freakishly obese, but I'm sure as hell far from skinny.
I've got a patient I see (and am rather fond of) who has affectionately called be 'big guy' for years. I just checked his chart. I now weigh less than he does (though not by much). He's my tires and lube guy and when I stopped on Saturday for an oil change before heading to the gym, he had just gotten back to his work desk with fast food, which he tried vainly to slide out of my sight. I did a mental tally on his run to Burger King and his lunch was clocking in at roughly 1500 kCal. He must have heard my mental wheels turning because, he reached into his sandwich and picked out the two strips of bacon and tossed them into the trash. "I told them no bacon."
I didn't have the heart to tell him the bun, mayo/special sauce, and french fries were a larger issue, but there were a mess of other people around and I had no desire to embarrass him. Anyway, I really want my 'big guy' nick to disappear, not because I say something, but just because it won't apply anymore. Now that I'm in 'his neighborhood', 'big guy' is still my reality, but soon I suspect he'll stop using it, hopefully in another 30 lbs or so, once it's clear that I'm significantly smaller, at least smaller than he is.
