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Yesterday I got a package in the mail. I had ordered some new pants from an online retailer over the weekend and my package came on Tuesday.
The pants are a size smaller than I had been wearing when I joined FS and they fit wonderfully.
Not I-have-to-lie-down-on-the-bed-to-button-them fit. Not They-fit-but-I-can’t-really-sit-comfortably-in-them fit. Not even I-can-wear-them-but-they’re-a-little-tight-when-they-come-out-of-the-dryer fit. They simply, absolutely fit.
So after five full months on FS, I’m down a size. Awesome. But you certainly wouldn’t guess that I was having any success at all if you looked at my weight history, which has barely budged in the last five months.
That’s why dieting is so frustrating.
I would do what it takes to get the job done, if I knew what it takes. I’ve cut roughly 1000 calories a day from my diet. I exercise as intensely as I can tolerate and still maintain a regular routine. I’m trying to make healthier choices where I can and other choices that, at least, are less damaging when they aren’t exactly healthy.
Why are the results always so mixed? My clothes say one thing but the scale says something else.
I want to believe that the scale isn’t moving because I’m building muscle as a result of the exercise. I want to believe that I’m wearing smaller pants because I’m burning fat because I’m building muscle because I’m exercising. I want to believe that I am riding a plateau that will be broken because I am eating just enough food in more or less the right proportions and my body will surrender the fat and the extra pounds on my frame because Biology demands it.
But how the hell do I know?
I’m not at all unhappy with the results. In fact, I’m ecstatic. My new pants are like a drug. I feel so spectacular in them. I just don’t want to screw it up. I’ve been very frustrated lately, but getting the new pants has been like a shot in the arm. I want to do this right. If I knew what changes to make so that the scale would reflect the weight loss my new pants suggest, I would make the changes. If I knew that everything I was doing – however imperfect it may be – is working and I should just stick with it, I would just stick with it. I don’t care what the road looks like as long as I get to where I’m trying to go.
I hate it when the science feels like faith. Faith sucks because faith never tells you what it really needs.
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1814 kcal
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Grasa: 65,68g | Prot: 76,45g | Carbh: 213,82g.
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