If that current graph were an EKG, I would be dead.
Although I never stop watching my diet, even for a day, how I handle what I eat is a lot less strict now. I need lots of calories to fuel my workouts. So I consume chicken wings, french fries, and beer. No, no, and definitely no. But a person can wish.
What I mean is that I still eat healthy, but just more of the good things. Especially after a long workout, I treat myself to a lot more protein (READ: skinless, boneless chicken, steaks, eggs, and dairy). A little less attention is paid to portion control. (Emphasis on the words "little less").
I try to follow the 40-30-30 rule for everything including snacks. That is 40% protein, 30% carbohydrates, and 30% fat. Healthy fats, if at all possible. Extra virgin olive oil (EVOO in Rachael Ray terminology), avocados, Omega 3's, and all-natural peanut butter, to name a few.
This probably explains why my weight loss has been flat over the past two weeks, but I am not complaining. I run an hour every day, with enough energy left to do all my mundane daily chores, like changing the TV channel and writing these blogs. And I really do look forward to my daily runs. It must be the old runner in me, rusty wheels and all.
I like what I see in the mirror and often punch new notches in my belts. And the holes are punched moving in the right direction now. I am also wearing clothes from the very back of the closet, just this side of the Cleveland Indians 1948 World Series Champs T-shirts and the leisure suits.
With that thought, maybe I don't want to lose any more weight after all. My Dockers fit fine, thank you.
See you all at the Y!