I take my coffee with three sugars.
Sep. 15th, 2010 09:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matt_doyleIt is clearly not news to anyone that I am dependent on caffeine. THAT is not what I feel like talking about, now, though. Instead I'm going to talk about my weight.
Given my build, my healthy weight range is from 145-175, or maaaaybe 150-180. Until I was twenty-one I never even touched the upper boundaries of that range -- my metabolism was high enough that I literally had to eat four meals a day to keep myself from losing weight. When I turned 21 I was at 160, which was pretty much ideal for me.
From June 2005 to December 2008 I put on roughly one pound every month. Less in the middle of summer, more in the holiday season, but the end result was that at the end of 2008 I was between 205 and 210 pounds. Being a little overweight didn't bother me, but that was just enough that I became winded more easily, sweated more, and spent just enough extra physical energy moving around that I could do less of anything else than i was used to. Now, I know that this does not constitute a serious weight problem and that a good many people have it far worse than me. But at that time, realizing that every time I put on a pair of pants I wound up with a sore red band around my waist at the end of the day, I had had enough, and I made a New Years' Resolution.
Not to lose weight. But to stop drinking pop. For seven months I did not drink soda so much as once, and since that point, while I have wavered and fallen off the wagon from time to time, I have mostly stuck to the rule that I have pop every now and again in restaurants, limit my refills, and at home I drink coffee to get my fix.
The coffee thing was hard to adjust to -- to some extent I had acquired the taste, but when I began the switch I needed 5-7 sugars per cup to make it taste good to me. Thaaaaat was at least as much as there was in a can of pop, so I whittled it down, until now I'm at about 2 and a half.
Since I stopped drinking pop I have not gained any weight.
I have not LOST a significant amount -- month to month it changes, seemingly stuck in a range between 200 and 210 -- 195 to 205 if I'm lucky. But that extra critical mass ( ha ha) seems to have come entirely from pop.
Probably, if I cut down on cheese and butter, I could start actually making a dent in this doughy tire that hangs around my waist. But to be honest I would rather be a little chubby than give up parmesan.
Given my build, my healthy weight range is from 145-175, or maaaaybe 150-180. Until I was twenty-one I never even touched the upper boundaries of that range -- my metabolism was high enough that I literally had to eat four meals a day to keep myself from losing weight. When I turned 21 I was at 160, which was pretty much ideal for me.
From June 2005 to December 2008 I put on roughly one pound every month. Less in the middle of summer, more in the holiday season, but the end result was that at the end of 2008 I was between 205 and 210 pounds. Being a little overweight didn't bother me, but that was just enough that I became winded more easily, sweated more, and spent just enough extra physical energy moving around that I could do less of anything else than i was used to. Now, I know that this does not constitute a serious weight problem and that a good many people have it far worse than me. But at that time, realizing that every time I put on a pair of pants I wound up with a sore red band around my waist at the end of the day, I had had enough, and I made a New Years' Resolution.
Not to lose weight. But to stop drinking pop. For seven months I did not drink soda so much as once, and since that point, while I have wavered and fallen off the wagon from time to time, I have mostly stuck to the rule that I have pop every now and again in restaurants, limit my refills, and at home I drink coffee to get my fix.
The coffee thing was hard to adjust to -- to some extent I had acquired the taste, but when I began the switch I needed 5-7 sugars per cup to make it taste good to me. Thaaaaat was at least as much as there was in a can of pop, so I whittled it down, until now I'm at about 2 and a half.
Since I stopped drinking pop I have not gained any weight.
I have not LOST a significant amount -- month to month it changes, seemingly stuck in a range between 200 and 210 -- 195 to 205 if I'm lucky. But that extra critical mass ( ha ha) seems to have come entirely from pop.
Probably, if I cut down on cheese and butter, I could start actually making a dent in this doughy tire that hangs around my waist. But to be honest I would rather be a little chubby than give up parmesan.
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Date: 2010-09-15 04:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-15 11:03 pm (UTC)I didn't think for a minute that you were touting it as a magic fix.:)