I am happy to report that I am leaving the month of September carrying 5 fewer kilos than when it started. It’s more impressive (to me) if I think about it as no longer lugging around this 5 kg sack of potatoes (just over two Morcillas doesn’t have the same impact). I know it’s still tip of the iceberg and also that I’ve been here before, many times, but let’s see if it sticks this time.
If what sticks, you ask? Well that’s what I’m not sure about. I mean, I got a bit of a “head start” when I got sick a few weeks ago and could barely eat anything for a week. Then when I was getting back to feeling normalish I just tried eating a bit differently, at different times. And of course keeping up with my chair workouts, as well as trying to get out for a daily hobble (my god I miss walking!). The good thing is that this new “whatever it is” hasn’t actually changed how I live. I can still go out to my tapas bars, enjoy meals out and Beer O’clock, have fun cooking at home etc, which I think is going to help make it sustainable because this isn’t a DIET, more a bit of a lifestyle tweak, if that makes sense.
Anyhow, it’s also a learning process as I figure out what feels best. Weight loss is just a part of the changes being made, and losing 5 kilos a month is maybe a bit too optimistic, but I’ll check in again at the end of October and let you know how it’s all going. Maybe by then I’ll know what I’m doing!
casa azahar 
I think too many of us have a story of “I wanted to lose weight but nothing was coming off until I got gastroenteritis.” Right after I started lifting I entertained the idea of cutting up for competition and thought urrgh, I don’t know about the damn diet, and then a couple of the faculty members I worked for took me to the fanciest restaurant in the area for Secretary’s Day. You do NOT know what “fine dining” consisted of in the D.C. suburbs in 1984, but anyway, let’s say that that meal — some nameless fish steak was involved — was not worth the subsequent three days of bog-worship. It killed my appetite for a week and, well, I thought, maybe I can do this. I ended up, really, too thin, but all the muscles on my arms stood out like bundled phone cables.
And yeah, diets as such are doomed. It’s like walking around staring at a big neon No. But just shifting gears… that changes things.
Measuring weight in Morcillas has a certain piquant charm, like the post-orange-jerk US custom of measuring a political employee’s longevity on the job in Scaramuccis.
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That’s it… all diets feel like taking something away, as you say, they’re like a big constant NO. My present “shifting gears” will hopefully also promote weight loss, but I’m going somewhere else with it as well, just not sure what/where that is yet, at least not sure enough to put into words.
Did you know that even Scaramucci uses that measurement himself on Twitter? Doesn’t even have to apply to political employees anymore.
Ha, piquant charm… I swear if you ever met Morcilla you would melt on the spot. Everybody does.
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