I was not a good math student. People convince themselves that they are not good at math. Once you make that leap, the world of numbers is lost to you. That is one decision that I do regret.
Operation 180 is all about numbers. The number of days I have to lose the weight. The amount of the weight I need to lose. The time on the treadmill. The kilometres on the road. The number of lengths in the pool. The combination of my lock. The number of notches on my belt. The number of calories. One portion or two. My cholesterol level. My pants size. My two kids.
My current weight has become an obsession. That number. There can be wild swings day to day. It can drive you nutty. Its a whole process too. I’ve got to strip down and get on because even underwear weigh something. In fact, I have to watch when I taking pictures of my weight each week because the viewer may see my reflection in the glass. A real down under view. I know that it is much better not to get on the scale until the end of the week or even better, not at all. Operation 180 shouldn't be about numbers at all. It should be about how I feel. For me, its hard to stay motivated by that. That Reece’s Peanut Butter Cup felt good in my mouth too. The numbers push you. They give you something to measure yourself against. A guage. Well I ran my 5km in 35 minutes. What can I run it in next time? I wish feeling good had a measure. I feel 4.6 times better than last week.
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