Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Hungry hump day

So I've been strongly encouraged to lose 30 pounds this year, as a start. If I can drop that weight, I'll be eligible for a different class of drug dosage, one that will help me considerably in arguing with my insurance provider that this medication should be covered.

In the past thirteen days, I've lost ten pounds and gained back five. Not that I'm doing anything reckless, starving myself: that's just the magnitude of the kinds of change I have historically seen when I'm focusing on losing weight. The number on the scale this morning was 254.4.

Today is Wednesday, so that's a fast day. Not for dietary reasons, but as a kind of moral practice. On Wednesdays I try not to eat during the day, as a way of sharpening my attention on matters that grow my moral conviction. Today, I'm going to be thinking about race -- for when I got to work, there were racist flyers posted on the sidewalk outside the office. Every time my body reminds me that I haven't eaten, that'll be the thing I remember. The disciplined hunger is the red string around my finger, reminding me not to forget something.