When I stepped on the scale today I was horrified. But not surprised. It had been a week of unabated eating thrown in with a couple of night outs. Now the scale had shown the damage in my face.
At any rate, this was simply curiosity. I could feel it in my face, see it in the mirror. But now that I had a number, I had to lose a few kilos to get to racing weight.
For me, this means mindful eating more than any other formula. Slow, relaxed. For me, this isn’t simple although I suspect that some practice would go a long way.
Today, at lunch this was put to the test and I failed. Engrossed in conversation, I ended up overeating. While I seemed to notice it, I probably ignored it. The act of exchanging interesting sentences and continuing to sit at the table with food in front of me attracted ever more eating.
And so begins Monday, a bit sleepy and definitely puffy. Whether and to what extent the weight comes off is to be seen, but an easy run tomorrow will sort out the mind.
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