After shedding a few pounds during a freezing but active stay in New York, I have found myself drifting back toward old habits. Commuting, long hours, and small indulgences have quietly undone my progress.
Recently, my weight has started creeping up again.
During the New Year holidays in New York, despite the bitter cold, I walked everywhere. Perhaps that constant movement helped, because I actually lost a little weight.
But after returning to Japan, weekdays have become what they usually are: long hours on the train commuting, and only occasional walks with my dog, Anne. The reason is obvious.
Lack of exercise. What to do.
I leave home at 7 a.m. and return after 8 p.m. It is difficult to insert exercise into either end of that schedule. People say, “You make time for what matters,” but it is not quite so simple.
My wife suggests doing squats while brushing my teeth. As someone who once belonged to the athletic crowd, I cannot help feeling that both activities would suffer if combined.
And so, with such excuses, inactivity accelerates. I have reached 78 kilograms. The 75 kilograms I once considered my benchmark now feels like a distant memory.
Although I try to reduce carbohydrates, yesterday I had yakiniku at a restaurant called Nikuno Mansei for the first time. When my wife said her rice portion was too much and passed some to me, I added it to mine without hesitation.
I sometimes wonder whether even occasional indulgences make the body rejoice and immediately shift into storage mode.
Recently, I have also been casually drinking a bottle of sake I bought in Motomachi. I usually choose red wine to be mindful of sugar intake, but even that becomes another story when it is every day.
So this evening, I walked a little longer than usual—about an hour and a half.
Tomorrow morning, at my usual weigh-in time, we shall see what the scale says.
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