The Fluctuations of the Human Body and Reflections Cast Upon the Ceiling of Hope… or something.
If indeed there is such a thing as a regular reader of bigsimon.com, said reader is probably wondering where yesterday’s weigh-in post went. The calendar hailed the arrival of Saturday some eleven hours ago, while I was laying in the dark, staring at the place where there should be a ceiling, and I realized with a start that I had written nothing. (There almost certainly was a ceiling, since it was there when I turned the light off and it’s there now, and I doubt it had any urgent business elsewhere in the middle of the night.)
There are three different conclusions you might come to. First, you might conclude that I am lazy. Second, you might conclude that I was busy. Third, you might conclude that there was nothing of any import to note. None of these preclude the others, though any of them could stand on its own. I could have spent the day lounging in my rather spacious recliner, playing Team Fortress 2, skipping the visit to the clinic altogether, thus fulfilling all three suppositions, or I could have left any one or two of those actions (or inactions) out. The truth, however, is that a) I am lazy – an established fact, or I’d likely post here far more often! – and showed that laziness not by sitting in this comfortable chair but by mostly avoiding it completely, b) I was busy doing, well, the busy-work of parenting and being a halfway decent husband (taking my wife out to dinner after dropping the kids off at a concert counts, right?), and c) I did go to the clinic, and I did check my weight, but found myself to weigh precisely the same amount as I did one week ago.
In other words, all that to say I lost no weight this week, but I gained no weight, either.
I’m not bothering with the why of it now. When I first started out, this would have frustrated me to no end, but I’ve come to the conclusion that my body is going to act in an unpredictable fashion no matter what I do, and the only way I can compensate is to keep on doing what it is I have been doing – eating well enough (despite occasionally wandering into the land of nachos supremos) and walking (or treading, since the device is called a treadmill, not a walkmill) – and let nature and biology run its course. Besides, my body is prone to some strange fluctuations; when I weighed myself mid-week this past Tuesday, I had gained twelve pounds! Imagine the dismay when I read those numbers. But then to return three days later and have those dozen pounds melted away again…
Well, I’m just happy they didn’t stick around.
