The post below was originally published in 2011, and it's been updated each year to reflect where I am in my life and the new...Read More
A Donut and My "Donut"… Mission 17 II: The Reckoning
What was the first thing I saw when I walked into the corporate overlords’ lair this morning? One of my co-workers (a good person who I like a lot) eating a Krispy Kreme donut.
Here’s the thing, people: I’ve gained a little weight. I don’t know how much because I’ve banished the scale. But I can feel it. Just a little extra donut around my middle. My clothes still fit, but not quite the same.
I’m both freaking out and not freaking out. And that’s an unfamiliar sensation.
Freaking out: I don’t like it! As y’all know, my desire is for the trend to go the other way. All of this sleeping and training and eating like a cavewoman is primarily to get me to lean superhero-ness. Mission 17 was put on hold by my busted thyroid, but I haven’t given up on it.
Not freaking out: For the first time ever in my life, I’m looking at this weight gain very objectively. I didn’t gain weight because I’m weak or lazy or a bad person. I’m carrying a few extra pounds because as my thyroid pooped out, I cut back on my training schedule to accommodate the lethargy. Rather than working out five or six times a week, I’ve been averaging three or four. I’ve been eating clean, but I didn’t decrease my intake when I cut back on training – and I guess it’s finally caught up with me.
What I’m going to do about it: I’ll tell you what I’m NOT going to do… I’m not going to slash my calories, put myself on a punishment plan, and despair.
Nope. That’s the old me.
Instead, I’m going to stick with my nutrition plan and get back to training five times a week. Because – and here’s the good news – I think (I hope, I hope, I hope) the thyroid hormones are finally kicking in. I’m in my eighth week at this dose, and my energy for the last week has been pretty damn good. I felt totally “normal,” i.e., energetic and determined, during the Bataan Memorial Death March, and I bounced back pretty quickly afterward.
Next week, I’ll share plan for retrieving the leaner version of my torso – and for continuing my quest toward superhero-ness (a.k.a., Mission 17 II: The Reckoning). Guess what?! There’s going to be an opportunity for you to join me in your own superhero-ness quest.