Ravings of a Textual Deviant

So what with one thing and another, I realized that it’s been two years since I started going to the gym regularly. I’ve lost a total of 60 pounds, which was 1/3 of my starting weight. The math is left as an exercise to the student. I’m within sight of my undergraduate weight, and for the moment, at least, my driver’s license is accurate. (One of the things that prompted me to start working out in the first place was not the realization that I had lied about my weight on my license, but by how much I was off without even knowing it.) Lately, I’ve been losing weight by stress non-eating—which I really, truly don’t recommend, any more than I recommend stress eating. It’s not healthy, and being healthy is the whole point of the exercise.

Now, I’m starting to think about maintenance, and it’s startling to realize that I’m going to have to get used to eating more, for the first time in two and a half years. One of the reasons that I’m glad I’ve done (most) of this process slowly is that it has given me time to adjust to new eating habits, new capacities, and new capabilities. What with the recent upheaval, though, I find that I have absolutely no idea how my metabolism works, and I have to reacquaint myself with my body—and that’s not even how it would work normally; it’s how it works under the kind of stress I’ve had the past two months. I have no idea how things will settle out once I’m not this tightly wound. Looking forward to finding out, though—whenever that happens.

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