[Rowing Machine] 2019: Week 42 {216.0} “1000 Superfluous Calories”

The problem with following a strict calorie counting regime, that being avoiding eating over 2000 calories daily, is that sometimes you just need to eat more. Either through mental or physical stress, despite all your best intentions of small frequent meals, you might find yourself craving something you know isn’t healthy. I’ve eaten thousands over my daily calorie budget and though it feels good and is sometimes necessary, it’s unfortunate, but still, it’s perfectly fine; moderately.

This is right around my 1,000th essay.

I don’t know how many rowing essays I’ve written [editorial answer: 135] but throughout these essays and this analysis of myself, I’ve subconsciously returned to this central theme: We can’t control our environment but we can control ourselves. If our environment impresses upon us such terrible notions, through mental exertion, that we need an additional few hundred or thousand calories, and it’s that sort of craving where you can’t avoid it or temper it in other regards, how much willpower can we have?

Sleep is always my answer for stress.

If you work a stressful job, when you get home, you’re bound to be exhausted. What if you wake up early instead and spend all that time enjoying your life? Then when you get home, you’d have a light snack, bathe, then go to sleep rather quickly. If, instead, you want to reclaim the day, you’d forcefully eat excessively to have enough energy to go forth and do… not a whole lot. Your fatigue, having been caused by external forces, won’t allow you to feel calm for hours later, typically after you go to sleep.

I’m no paragon of this; I’ll still overeat if I’m tired or stressed.

I did yesterday and I’ll do it again. I wanted to exercise for stress relief, but my body was already overexerted just by existing, myself powering through a migraine in such a way as to not disrupt my night shift schedule, so I ate until I was full and then more. I’m balancing that out by not eating much during my workweek, keeping myself limited to sandwiches at each break and when I leave work, so I don’t end up eating thousands of additional calories because of a desk job that can leave one feeling exhausted.

It’s important to vent the mental stress.

Don’t rely on venting to others, but express it. Better yet is not letting the stress register, whether by deflecting that negative energy, or practicing the art of ignoring the worst of it entirely. If you were walking down the street and some crazed individual was yelling at nothing across the street, would it bother you? Not much; other than thinking it was quaintly weird. Why do we allow such stress the closeness of proximity to let it bother us to the point of breaking out strict calorie counting regimes?

I should better practice not letting food be my stress-crutch.

There are times, however fierce, where I can learn to say: More carbohydrates won’t distract this stress demon.

Quotes: None.
Sources: My fitness experiences.
This week’s weight: 216 pounds
Last week’s weight: 215 pounds
Difference: I didn’t starve or dehydrate myself before going to sleep before my weigh-in, so I probably have a little bit more of that in me than weeks before, but this will be my new metric. I’d been becoming addicted, per se, to having the lowest possible weight, at my health’s expense. I’d weigh in dehydrated and halfway sick.
Inspirations: This being my 999th essay, with my 1000th publishing later “today,” and struggling with those urges to eat superfluously, along with designating Saturday to write about rowing stuff so that way after my Saturday night weigh-in, if all goes well, I can publish it all on Saturday if I want – mainly, so I have the padding in case anything should go wrong by Wednesday. Through this essay, I believe I’ve started to come to terms with that. Eating excessively to address life’s stress has been a frequent thing in my life. Subconsciously, Clutch’s 50000 Unstoppable Watts.
Related: Past weekly column entries.
Picture: A Better Zombified Nutrition label.
Written On: October 12th [14 minutes, from 12:31am to 12:45am, Wordcounter]
Last Edited: October 12th [Second draft: 7 minutes, from 12:45am to 12:52am, Wordcounter] [Third draft: a few minutes at around 7:30pm — Third draft; final draft for the Internet]
My big goal is writing. My most important goal is writing "The Story." All other goals should work toward that central goal. My proudest moment is the most recent time I overcame some fear, which should have been today. I'm a better zombie than I was yesterday. I'm not better than you and you're not better than me. Let's strive to be better every day.