Those of you who have been reading my essays for a while now, the last ten years, have noticed, now and then, I talk about weight. My own. It has been a problem, often real, sometimes imagined, since I was a teen. And those of you who have been reading my essays, all eight of you, know I have met with success, (“Body Modification”) shown sustained effort, (“Einstein’s Bagels And Why They Apparently Think I’m An Illiterate Putz”) and relative failure (“After You, I Insist”) despite difficulties with eating disorders and dysmorphia (“Seven Questions for Adam: An Interview by Craig Smith”).
This year I started teaching again. I was down in the 150’s The low 150’s. But teaching, while not sedentary, is not terribly active. And it seems the only way anyone knows to show appreciation is with cookies and cakes and whatnots. Not money, no. Cookies. And, I admit, I have a cookie problem. Teachers are, looking around the schools I have taught at, a bit more weighty than the average. And they seem to look at you funny if you don’t partake as they do (”I’m Not getting Stuffed on Thanksgiving Day”). This makes nothing anyone else’s fault. All mine. And this year I put on weight. How much, you ask? Don’t. Please don’t. Let’s say about 30% more than I started the year with. I wish my salary would go up like my weight did.
And, so, I decided this summer to change that. I hit the gym, as I had been doing. But now five mornings a week, and longer sessions since I wasn’t tired from work. And removed wheat from my diet, which also removed lots of sugar. This, in part, so when the school year started again, my cravings for cookies would be down and my ability to say no would be up. A half hour of weights. Forty-five minutes of cardio. Saw a doctor. Getting massage and acupuncture. Taking supplements. Dealing with the sleep issues. Use of Myfitnesspal. A Fitbit. And, the results, so far, in two months is… four pounds.
School is about to start again and I arrive at seven in the morning. I work nights seeing patients at least twice a week, so no more five days a week morning workouts. I don’t want to slip back.
I have been putting in sustained consistent high effort and met with minimal results. So it is time to try something different.
Arlene, she,unsurpassed Queen of Kindness and Wisdom, she, Goddess of Good Advice, was talking about a cleanse she came across. A cleanse and a jumstart. I have not been a fan of cleanses and have seen too many done badly, but I looked at this with her and it struck me as well thought-out and of high quality. I was surprised, really. I tried their aloe juice and, for the first time, aloe didn’t make me sick. She was going to give it a try and so I asked if I could do the cleanse with her.
It is from a company called Forever Living. If you want some information on it, just take a look at arlenejoan.com. I have been impressed so far.
Will it work? Who knows. I can tell you that I will work it for all that it is worth and do it right.
You can follow her progress at arlenjoan.com. Me, I have not decided if I will report anything or just wait ‘til the end and see what happened, but you can be pretty sure, if it does work, I’ll be mentioning it.