I got fat

It snuck up on me

I don’t know how it happened…

Okay, that’s a lie, yes I do: I ate too many calories, too often.

God, humans are really bad at counting calories. I thought I was hovering around maintenance, but nope!

The love-handles started to appear, feeling the water around my hips and stomach.

I had abandoned what worked for me… intermittent and extended fasts.

“I am bulking” I would tell myself. I had been lifting heavy the last six months, so perhaps that’s the silver lining here. Lots o’ muscle if I can actually slim down.

I’ve been working on my hormones like dialing in my TSH (thyroid stuff) because it was high (aka under active) which kept me from fasting, which has been my go-to for keeping my weight under control.

But I got fat. I can call myself out. My relationship with myself is good, so it helps to kick my own ass from time to time. Don’t worry that I am being too hard on myself because I am forgiving. Perhaps a little too forgiving these last six months.

Is there some takeaway or insight, or some useful nugget from this post? Not sure. I know that when I lose weight my health will be in a better spot. I will look and feel better. Numbers will be in a better spot.

Maybe this post is about me getting older, and now that I’ve slid into my “late” 30s (yikes?), losing weight will be harder from here on out?

So, yeah, I guess this is an existential crisis post about getting older and health being important and all that stuff. Yeah, I think it’s about that.

Your health is important. Stay on top of it. Unlike me, lately.

Time to get back into gear.