I am on and off the healthy eating wagon like – um, like I don’t know what. Like a merry-go-round? Like a – yeah, like this analogy just fell flat on its face. Never mind. But I’ve gone back to counting calories, recording them carefully in my Fitbit app.
I might have binged a little bit yesterday – Valentine’s Day and all, but even with that I wasn’t too over the top. Glucose levels are good. MP (My Partner) bought dinner for everyone, which was a nice treat.
AND I’ve been walking a lot more. My average step count was 5,132, but it was more consistently that level, rather than 2,000 or 3,000 most days and 10,000 one day.
I’m having trouble with my feet, and that actually makes walking a little bit more challenging than it would be otherwise. Between Morton’s Neuroma on one foot and plantar fascitis on the other foot, it’s not as much fun as it could be. But I hang in there. Do you know what one of the causes of plantar fascitis is? Obesity. No, I’m not kidding. It just seems unfair, doesn’t it? One more way that being overweight hinders losing weight. Ugh.
I’m thinking about trying bike riding, but I keep envisioning me sprawled on the concrete with a broken hip or something. Ok, broken wrist might be more likely. But that would really screw me in terms of work. And even be worse than being fat.
I have my final interview for this contract position I want – in about an hour and a half. Yikes. I think it will probably be ok, but it still makes me nervous. Of course. So keep your fingers crossed for me, ok?
I’m going to take a shower now. And put on makeup. See ya later…