The Stream of Consciousness Has Its Headwaters In My Mouth

My aunt wrote me and, in passing, mentioned that she hoped the fitness regime was going well. I don't think she checks in here so it's not like writing her will reach her, but it reminded me that it's time for a check in. I have been very good about the dietary regime. Not perfect but very good. The imperfection is mostly brought about by the fact that I'm broke and I can get a lot of meals out of a $1 bag of Picante handmade corn chips. Eating meat or even eggs is not only more time-consuming in prep but much more expensive. Since my income is a private disability insurance check and it's in the air whether that will last, saving $ is kind of important.

However, I've been very good and disciplined for the most part. My dad was just visiting so we went out to eat a lot. No matter that the temptation was satanic, I resisted it. No créme brulée. No beignets (even though I'm curious to taste them because I've never been to N.O.). No chocolate cake. No chocolate malt. The only place I've been less than perfect is in occasionally letting starches such as corn chips pass my mouth. But only occasionally.

Anyway, I've deprived myself quite a bit. And the result? Not a single pound lost. This is why my attempts to get back on the wagon since 2004 have failed. If I'm working hard and being disciplined and not seeing results, I start asking myself why the hell I shouldn't just eat what I want. I mean, I'm going to be fat anyway, right?

I have not been good with the exercise regimen. Hard to say why. I've been wearing my pedometer and getting walks in a bit more but not dramatically so. Haven't started my DVD thing because my living room here is much less conducive to exercising in front of the screen than the place across the street. Then there's the worry that as I get more housemates it will be more disruptive for me to be exercising in the public space. I walked a bit more when my dad was in town and I even biked with him. However, the increased physical activity (including a lot of trying to de-clutter the house to show people, cleaning and doing dishes) has made my RSI worse. I spent the last 2 days sleeping more than usual due to the pain.

I haven't taken my measurements but I'd be willing to bet they're the same.

I'm disappointed that I haven't lost a thing but it's true that it's important for me to eat low-glycemic all the same. I'm a perfect candidate for Type II diabetes and I need to watch my step. Speaking of steps, here's my pedometer record. August 9th is the day I went for a walk with my dad as well as biking and walking again:

7/24/08 - 5861 steps
7/27/08 - 9381 steps
7/28/08 - 4740 steps
7/28/08 - 3009 steps

7/30/08 -5123 steps
8/1/08 - 4533 steps
8/2/08 - 4078 steps
8/3/08 - 4038 steps
8/4/08 - 6520 steps
8/5/08 - 10354 steps
8/6/08 - 10354 steps
8/7/08 - 6104 steps
8/8/08 - 8764 steps
8/9/08 - 13571 steps
8/10/08 - 7128 steps
8/11/08 - 9864 steps