So, my exercise habits have been kind of wonky lately (once I get out of a routine, I get wayyyyy out of a routine), with running three times a week and maybe some yoga and very little strength-training other than hefting around The Noodle. Also, I’ve been eating without restriction (yay!), making sensible choices, but not stressing over the occasional meal out or my daily Easter candy gobbling or that third slice of homemade pizza.
While I do suffer a little when I’m inconsistent in my exercise or when I don’t eat enough vegetables, I find it pretty awesome that my weight remains essentially stable. I weighed out of curiosity this week, and I’m about four pounds heavier than when I’m exercising tons and eating heaps of vegetables and (slightly) less candy.
That’s….nothing. That’s a big glass of water and some heavy shoes. It’s not weight that changes my appearance or the fit of my clothes.
This is the gift of not dieting – you can arrive at a stable, healthy weight eventually that isn’t subject to these huge, crushing, roller-coastery changes. You don’t gain 10 pounds from slacking off for a couple of weeks. You don’t have to keep three sizes of clothes in your closet.
You get to just live your life. In the same jeans. While enjoying chocolate Easter eggs and long runs in the sunshine.
And I think that’s the way life should be.