I have decided that this week self care would involve layers and layers of warm stuff. And hibernate-level of physical activity.
I have to admit though… that the lack of physical activity might have affected my weight loss plan. I’ve been eating the way I did before, but it seems like I am now hitting a plateau.
The only observable thing that has changed since the last time I made a great progress is my job. I was working, and my work was physical. I also walked to work at least 3 times a week. Now those work-related physical activity has been removed from my routine. It only make sense that I need to revisit my meal plan.
Okay, so this is my week’s result:
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My BMI now is 21.7, according NHS BMI calculator. So yes, I am in the ‘healthy range’. But, I am not in my own comfortable range, and it is not just vanity. I was in a comfortable weight before (around 50kg, with BMI 19), and I felt the best. I rarely felt sluggish, or having a mood swing. I felt way more energised too.
Some said that it might be the muscle:fat ratio in the body that causes it. I don’t disagree at all. But still…
I don’t talk about this a lot lately. Especially not in the UK.
I am not looking for an echo chamber for my idea of how to treat my body, but I don’t need to be preached about body positivity either. I love my body so much so that I want to give it the best chance to reach its optimum potential.
I love my liver, so that I don’t want to drown it in fat like prepping a foie gras. I love my knees, so I don’t want to burden it with the weight they cannot carry. I love my arteries, I don’t want to clog them with cholesterol. God I love my lungs, that’s why I haven’t smoked for a year now. And I love my heart, I watch my caffeine intake now. This is how much I love my body, and this is what I believe to be a positive outlook for my body.
And, for the same reason, I don’t want to undereat myself too much just to get the result I want. I love my mental health, so I don’t dwell into the unsatisfying result. So if anyone has the idea that the way I take control of my body is a sign that I don’t love myself… well, please shove that opinion some place where the sun don’t shine. Thank you.
All being said, it would be a lie if I tell you that I am happy with the result. It would be lie if I said that it is not defeating. But unlike the 20 year old me, I am not going to lose any sleep because of a number on my weight scale.
It is just another problem. And, like what the wisest man I know on earth — My Dad, if it’s a problem, it has a solution.
But right now the snow is falling, and it is cold out there. So I will think of a solution, while wrapping myself warm and toasty.
PS. I don’t like the heater. It gives me headache and makes my nose and throat dry. And these days headache and sore throat makes me a bit paranoid.