Perfidy

As some may be aware, two weeks ago I started a paleo diet with Aretae and some others.  So far, aside from some on the whole minimal slippage, I’ve kept the diet pretty well.  As happened last time I did a paleo diet, my energy level is significantly higher, and my general sense of well-being is improved.  I’m losing a little over a half pound a day, average, and  yesterday crossed a bit of personal milestone – I’m under 260 for the first time in somewhere around a decade.  (Yea, me.)

All cool, right?  But the funny thing is, the weight is not coming off in a uniform fashion.  One of the things that pushed me to start the diet again was that about a month ago, I scratched my back and felt a little more padding than I should have.  Holy backfat, Batman!  Not in gross quantity – I’m not orca fat by any stretch – but unpleasant.  Today, I scratched my back and it was gone.  Gone, as in completely and utterly not there.  My back feels toned and shit.

Which is odd, because earlier, I had been complaining that it felt like I was getting fatter in the gut, even though I know I’m losing weight at a pretty good clip.  I guess that perception is just because I’m losing the non-gut fat faster.

The human body is a strange and terrible thing.

[wik] at my current wasting rate, I should be down to my dating weight in just three months.  Though I understand that weight loss on this sort of diet often plateaus for a while before resuming.  I’ll be able to wear a bathing suit just in time for first frost.  Awesome timing!

[alsø wik] Before:

[alsø alsø wik] After:

[Wi nøt trei a høliday in Sweden this yër?] I think I’ll look better without the mustache.