RTT was there, a winged RTT—he had these large, Blake-ean wings growing out of his back. He was telling someone about some horrible time in those last three years in ithaca when he was living with me and there wasn’t enough to eat-editor’s note: This never happened in Real Life—and in the dream, I was terribly resentful. I was doing my best, I thought. Only my best was not good enough.
Nothing much to report. I still haven’t finished the latest Remunerative Project. There is absolutely no information on the topic freely available on the Internet, so getting to the necessary word count has been really difficult.
I no longer have to stop at the midpoint of steep ascents, and when I got home, I weighed myself and figured out why: I’ve lost 10 pounds in the last month.
For the past six weeks or so, Ichabod and I have been doing this food accountability thing. We text each other the food we’re eating and the associated calorie counts. No editorializing. But with an effort to be honest about it.
This has led me to become much more mindful of the food I’m ingesting.
I wouldn’t say it’s a diet. I didn’t start the practice with any idea of losing weight. If I wanted to subsist entirely on Black Forest chocolate cake, I would merely text, Chocolate cake for breakfast-1000 calories. Chocolate cake for mid-morning snack-1000 calories. Chocolate cake for lunch-1000 calories.
But I am now back to my pre-COVID weight.
I don’t really care about my weight from an appearance point of view. Nothing is ever gonna turn me back into that supernaturally beautiful creature that used to peek from my mirror up until I hit 50 or so. So I’ve more or less given up thinking about my appearance.
But weighing less does make an enormous difference from an activity point of view.
Cat litter boxes are my metric here. A 20-pound cat litter box is difficult to pick up! So, if you’re carting the equivalent of an extra 20 pounds up a hill, it’s the equivalent of carting a 20-pound cat litter box up that hill.
It would be nice to lose, say, another 10 pounds.
But like I say, I’m not really trying. Crossposted from Dreamwidth.