Lessons from New Smyrna Beach
I’ve been thinking (and reading) about how sunlight might be an issue for my weight loss goals. My theory is that my silly white ancestors who moved north of the wonderful tropics needed to store weight in the winter months of famine when the sun wasn’t helping shit grow. So some mechanism has evolved, in white people at least, where without much sunlight, we don’t burn as much fat.
This theory of mine is supported by my admittedly anecdotal evidence that the three times I’ve started putting weight back on have been in the fall and winter months.
So I think I need to tan, at least a few times a week. I’m thinking I should try to get an average of 30 minutes in the sun per day. Not as easy in the winter, but I live in Florida, so I’ll find a way to manage. This week, for instance, I’m staying at a beach house. The woman I’m house sitting for, at the end of a note about the needs of her cats and plants, wrote this funny little thing about the beach having magical, healing properties, which I thought was kind of silly. Until that night, when I was converted.
This week has also given me new theories. I have been weighing myself daily, but it’s because there’s a really good scale here. I think I need to invest in a good scale and call that $20 one a loss.
I also think that I’ll change my diet to what I’ll call the Vacation Diet. Perhaps eating the same stuff every day for the most part and eating the same amount of calories per day (which has been 1800 calories), perhaps I should try to eat differently every day, as one does on vacation. I also exercise differently every day. The times I’ve been thin and gone on vacations of one week or longer, vacations that I feared might wreak havoc on my diet, I actually lost 1-3 lbs each time. On this trip, I’ve not been counting calories and am definitely not spending as much time exercising (though I’ve been doing some every day for sure), and I’ve been steadily losing weight. I’ve gone from about 141 to about 139 since Monday.