Isn’t that lovely? That’s what I had for breakfast after I logged my 4500+ steps for the day. There’s plenty of walking left in this day, but my goal has at least been met.
Today’s post was going to be a rant about how my fitness plan is not coming together as well as it should. But while I was on my walk this morning, I did the math. I’m eating about 100 calories less per day than it takes to maintain my current weight with a sedentary lifestyle. I’ve burned about 1200 calories through the walking challenge. That’s a 1800 calorie deficit all together, and on the morning of the sixth day, I have lost .6 pounds. The science works. This must be how anorexics are born, because it really seems unfair that I am counting every gram of everything that crosses my lips AND increasing my activity level and losing less than a pound per week. But there it is.
I’m not sure where they get the numbers that say a healthy weight loss is 1.5-2 pounds per week. Maybe from people who are tall enough that they are “allowed” to weigh more than me. I figured, as someone who is in the “obese” range of the BMI chart, the changes would happen faster. I guess obesity is also heightist. I can’t really cut my calories any further and still meet my nutritional needs– I’m averaging only 1290 per day as is.
I should quit bitching. I’ve lost about 2 pounds since the 23rd of May. Apparently in my feet. I wore my red clogs yesterday, the ones that had been tight on the top of my foot since I got them. There’s now a visible gap between my instep and the shoe. It’s the little things, I guess.
I plan to stick with my plan. Soon I will be the fittest fat person you know.