Hips don't lie
neither do weighing scales
Daily musings #615- Wednesday, 2 November 2022
Shakira’s “Hips don’t lie” song is ringing in my ear. Perhaps the Spanish influence from being in the Tarragona province last week.
It was good traveling for the last 6 weeks with a week in Warsaw, four weeks in India, and finishing with another week in Rues, Spain. But all good things come to an end. And now is the time to pay the price. Literally and metaphorically.
Well, the math is accurate and precise. Travel had its impact on sleep deficits leading to be compensated with hunger pangs which were eventually satiated by food. A 500-calorie increase each day of high glycemic food led to the calories sticking to the body as fat. A pound a week for six weeks. Couple this with an activity reduction of 500 calories per day for four weeks in India led to a mathematically accurate increase in body weight of 10 pounds. Confirmed by my weighing scale.
I came back carrying a literal 10-pound sack of potatoes in my body in just six weeks. What an amazing achievement supported by my poor metabolism adding to the pressure of my problem heart now needs to pump some more to compensate for this extra weight which is then reflected in a 10-point increase in my Resting Heart rate. What a fun package!
The last 10-pound drop took me one whole year. It is not as if I have a choice. We live and learn and we pay the price for the blessings of who we are. Back to establishing a disciplined and diligent eating, sleeping, exercising, and strength training routine, day after day after day…
Well, now the journey to and of this tough work begins.