The other day, apropos of nothing and seemingly out of nowhere my son asked, “Hey dad, did you know that if you scrape the frosting off of a cupcake it becomes a muffin? It just doesn’t taste as good.” That may be so, but just try putting some frosting on a bran muffin and selling it at a youth group fundraiser as a cupcake.
I have to admit I’ve been disappointed in my weight loss the last two weeks and pondering what may have changed. I went home last evening a little bit angry with myself and ate that way. I attacked an innocent spinach salad as if it had insulted my mother. “Take that,” I said as I stabbed a cherry tomato that had been provoking me. “Hey chicken strip, you wanna piece of me? Don't you eyeball me olive,” I snarled.
It occurred to me on the way home from this morning’s workout at Spiece that it was OK to be disappointed but I needn’t be angry, I just need to isolate the issue(s) and address it (them). So here is what I have surmised. While remaining under my calorie goal over the last couple of weeks I have been bumping up against the maximum more frequently. Maybe I’m not drinking as much water as I had been or need to either, but as far as getting additional exercise, I’ve been doing that. Trust the program. Trust but verify. What’s different? Hmmm.
Over the weekend I constructed a small storage shed for my beloved riding mower. Ahhh, there’s nothing like the smell of freshly mown grass wafting up to olfactory bulb of the cowboy in the saddle of a finely tuned Simplicity. Wait a minute, could that be it? Could the difference in the last few weeks have been the result of mowing the lawn sitting on my tush versus going bipedal? Has the debate been settled in the favor of the Toro? I don’t know, but I suppose it couldn’t hurt to try again. Either way the grass will need to be mowed again soon. Perhaps I’ll try scraping the frosting off that cupcake.