Ugh, I caught a cold over the weekend. This is dispiriting for me for two reasons. One, the obvious – it’s no fun! I get sick so rarely that it feels like a cosmic injustice when I am sick. I’m not used to feeling this bad. Two, I can’t exercise, and that makes me sad.
I also seem to have reached the weight below which I can not go without vigorous, constant exercise and quasi-starving myself. I’ve been 192-194 for about 3 weeks. Looking back through my records, historically the only time I’m below 190 is when I am running every day or at least 5 days a week, and running my system on the edge of hungry all the time. That’s hard to maintain. So I’ve decided to be fine with staying right where I am.
Fortunately I’m exceedingly happy at this weight! Even though I’d targeted a 50 pounds loss, and this is 40, I don’t need to keep going. Here’s a pic of me from Friday (before I got sick) dressed up for a Bollywood party in my friend Amy’s sari. If I never drop another pound I have zero complaints. Which is great because the program is busy transitioning us back to real food over the next few weeks, during which I am unlikely to drop any further. I can maintain this weight happily and you won’t hear any complaints from me about my weight. And isn’t that about as good as it gets as a woman?
Despite what the fashion mags would have you believe, losing those last 10 pounds is NOT the be-all end-all of life.