Today was our first flying trapeze session for the intensive flying workshop -- Skinny Bunny will tell you all about it, I am sure. She is doing extremely well, learned a new trick today that she executed perfectly. This is yet another motivation to be fit and lose weight. We need to have more power and less flab to fly higher and better.
The New York Times has an article on Arkansas Gov. Mike Huckabee, who lost 100 lbs and want everybody else to do the same:
"And while the campaign may have raised Mr. Huckabee’s national profile, not everyone here appreciates a governor whose policies include weighing schoolchildren and sending home report cards on their body mass index."Splendid idea.
Sunday is, as Skinny Bunny would say, 'number day'. So, here is the graph since the beginning of this endeavor. The y-axis is my weight in pounds in the morning.
The second most interesting about this graph is that I went under 150 lbs for the first time since I started recording my weight in 2003.
The most intersting thing about this graph is that, at last, I was able to generate a picture from an Excel graph. It took me ten years.
I woke up at 6:30am, but can't seem to gather enough energy to do something. My task list is sitting in front of me refusing to help me. I remember that Skinny Bunny recommends oatmeal. I have a bowl in front of me. It tastes like cardboard. I read Skinny Bunny's blog entry on the matter. Once again, she has already done all the thorough research: instant oatmeal is indeed supposed to taste like cardboard. At least I am eating mine unflavored, so as far as carbohydrates are concerned, it's all fiber, and the glycemic load is fairly low.
I just finished my bowl. It was edible. Now I can proceed to my daily ten minutes of ear training.
The quote of the day in the New York Times daily email:
"Even though we might assume some patients are not aware, I think we should always talk to them, always explain what's going on, always make them comfortable, because maybe they are there, inside, aware of everything."
I just came back from watching a movie with two of the lobsters' friends. The plot is very fitting to our current endeavor, Skinny Bunny and me.
Alicia is a young woman who eats very little and goes to a clinic. She is treated by a professional nurse, Benigno, who is slightly overweight. Marco's girlfriend suffers from the same condition and is treated at the same clinic. Benigno and Marco become friends, but never have lunch or dinner together. Marco and Lydia break up over an argument about Valencia squid -- is it prepared 'a la plancha' or roasted? Marco leaves Spain to write another of his famous culinary guides, about the cuisine of Jordan. In the meanwhile, Benigno watches a movie about a scientist who invents a formula to lose weight. He tells Alicia about it, who eats healthily everafter.
In case you want to see it: it's called 'Talk to her' by Pedro Almodovar.
Under Skinny Bunny's watch, home fries are but a decorative element on a plate. In the evening, however, without her, without N. who has left for Washington DC this morning, sharing the dinner table with six people, two lobsters and a crab, and not in a talkative mood, I feasted and regretted it at each bite.
Skinny Bunny asked why she eats. Most of the time, I snub a question that starts with 'why', following the precept I learned in acting class once: 'Never ask why, because you can ask why forever.' The question, however, can lead to charming and even touching narratives. Skinny Bunny's was such a narrative. And I felt she was right.
Enough time wasted with this 'why' nonsense. 'How' is the question. Eat more slowly, put down your fork between bites, recite 'Pater Noster' every two, and sing 'La Marseillaise' in its entirety and in full voice every four. That should be enough to discourage me from overeating. And never again a friendly lobster or crab at my table.
Time to go to bed. I have been toying with the idea of going running every morning at 6:45am for two reservoir rounds. Nice toy.
Skinny Bunny is right, what a mistake to look too carefully at the numbers on a daily basis. This morning, for instance, I discovered that my weight was 153.6 lbs. I started crying. "What have I done? What have I done?" It is not only the American Cheese, I need to be more careful. How could I imagine that loss would happen by just willing it to be?
I went back on the scale after I stopped crying: 153.4 lbs. Crying is good.
Skinny Bunny, on the other hand, is a model of determination. All she said she would do, she is doing, and Almighty God is rewarding her with three pounds whisked off her body. It is time to get back to my initial plan and stick to it, i.e: snoop on her blog and copy.
I will try to copy Skinny Bunny and write everything I ate yesterday:
Breakfast:
This morning, 152.4 lbs, once more confirming the trend. 18.5% body fat. Obviously I should continue to eat as I did last night, at dinner at M&B: No ice cream. Just chicken Moroccan style with rice, cheese (five types) with bread, and after a healthy serving of strawberries, five or six dragees. And halva too, but I don't remember how much as the serving dish was just within a foot of my right hand. It is also hard to measure how much halva one is ingesting, as you can perchance grab a big clump, or just a few grains.
Last night, my trapeze class went very well. There are two tricks in my routine that I am still not smooth with: side saddle roll up, and stand roll to a sit. The first one, I get stuck in the middle, with rope around my legs, in a very clumsy position. The second one, I am only very scared, as I let my feet get off the trapeze to slowly roll in the air, holding the ropes firmly with my hands. I hold my breath when I start, so scared that I am. It doesn't help. Not surprising that trapeze is going better: there is so much less weight to carry. I interpret this as such: chicken (Moroccan style), cheese, dragees and halva is a perfect diet for a trapezist. And don't forget the one and a half cliff bar I had during trapeze.
This morning: 153.0 lbs, confirming the downwards trend. Body fat: 19.5%, confirming the unreliability of the Tanita.
