Earlier this week, I opined that the first unfairness of weight-loss maintenance is that it is not a zippy lifestyle, but a third- to half-time unpaid job. Like any job, it need not be joyless, but one may need to force joy into it. Here’s a typical day at “work.”
4:30 am: I stand on the scale. It’s like checking email and voice mail. What message has my body left me? If my weight is stable and below my current “panic weight” I still must work, but it’s a little less stressful than if I have to reverse a one-pound (or more) regain, a process that may require weeks of “tweaking” my regimen.
4:30-5:30 am: I don my exercise clothes, take a thyroid pill, make a pot of coffee, prepare my mind.
5:30-6:30 am: I take my place in front of the TV, wearing a weighted vest and ankle weights, with hand weights at the ready. In order for an aerobics DVD to be “productive” (prevent a weight slide), I know I must carry 20 to 30 extra pounds throughout an average 55 minute routine, and often I add extra moves and double-time the instructor in interval bursts. I must soak my bra with sweat. Alternatively, I go to the gym and use the track and weights, or I walk outdoors, but I must go longer – two hours walking seven miles counts for a day’s exercise, for example. Read the rest of this entry »