I’ve been continuing to track my weight on my Weight Tracker spreadsheet, and this month I had yet to break the low set at the end of last month. I had trouble figuring out why, as I could see I’ve worked out three out of every four days so far, including several days where I did double workouts attending both basic and yellow/blue/green belt classes in karate. The double workouts and the home Wavemaster training and kata practice would leave me drenched with sweat, but the pounds weren’t coming off.
There were two days I ate more than usual. The first we had family over for a barbecue and I followed the semi-large lunch with a big Italian dinner out with my aunt. I also had a few beers and two cans of pop (and I almost never touch pop). The second I visited a friend up north and we went to Portillo’s. Given people around here hardly even know what Italian beef is (much less where to find it) and Vienna hot dogs are hard to come by, I had both: an Italian combo (beef and sausage) with mozzarella and red sauce with a Vienna hot dog, accompanied by onion rings and a chocolate shake.
Both contributed a couple pounds the following morning, but within a few days I was right back down to last month’s barrier. I upped my water intake, but saw no change. I tried to move around a little more at work, but saw no change. I started to wonder if I was just at a point where I needed to cut some more food out of my diet, but I’m fairly sure I’m not even hitting 2000 calories on most days.
Then I got some sleep.
I’ve been staying up late a lot, going to bed at midnight or later for several days at a stretch. I’ve been tired at work, and at the end of Friday night’s Wavemaster workout I could hardly gather the energy to kick the bag. I went to bed right about midnight.
Nine hours later I woke up and looked at the clock: 9:13am. Karate class starts at 10am. I had the wife put the Midget in his gi, but I still took the time to take the morning trip to the bathroom, which includes standing on the scale. That’s funny, I thought, as it said I had lost three pounds from the day before. I got on the scale again, as this one sometimes takes 2-3 readings to produce a consistent result.
Sure enough, I dropped a few pounds and beat last month’s best weight by a pound. The realization was a better wakeup than coffee. Last night I went to bed early again, and this morning found the weight had stayed off. Could there be other tangible benefits? I grabbed my blood pressure cuff and plopped down on the couch.
In an average of three readings, my diastolic pressure dropped four points from my readings Thursday morning and my heart rate dropped about 8 points (to 123/74 and 66 for the curious — and my blood pressure overall is down an average of 8-10 points since I started karate).
Wow. Maybe there’s something to this sleep thing after all. I suppose it could be a coincidence, but I’m not so sure. I may look like crap this morning…
…but I sure feel a hell of a lot better.