I have written often about my battle with weight. I’m back in it now. Having reduced myself to 215 pounds, and feeling really good about hitting my goal, I took a break a while back. That break led to more and more unhealthy eating. When I finally hit 233 pounds, I hit a wall in my head that caused me to make a turn and try to start peeling back the pounds once more.
I’m about 99% on a Paleo diet. I make cheating choices occasionally that still fit the low-carb mindset, but might fall outside the pseudo-science of the Paleo diet. It’s really about low-carb, real-food choices as opposed to the quick-and-easy fast food route. And it’s working.
At least it appears to be working. (No, that is not my scale).
They tell you to only weigh about once a week when you are dieting. That makes sense to me, since you should not be obsessing about where you are on the journey. Make healthy eating and living choices, and let the weight fall where it will.
Yeah. I don’t do that.
I usually weigh before bed and again when I get up the next morning. I want to know, with more immediacy, if I have strayed too far too quickly. However, I do only record my weight in the LoseIt app on Sundays.
I’m two-and-a-half weeks back in the game. As of this past Sunday, I had gone from 233 pounds to 227 pounds. I’m very happy with 2 pounds each week. I’m looking for results. Not magic.
Yesterday, other than purchasing a Cobb Salad for lunch (which fits the Paleo guidelines), I did not do anything any different from any other day of eating. Tuesday morning I verified I’m still at 227. This morning? 230.
Two hundred and thirty. A gain of 3 pounds in one day. What the….?
There is a part of me that understands this is a fluke. There are physiological reasons for this. The frontal cortex of my brain that controls logical thinking tries to assure my inner self that this will just disappear in another day. It is an outlier.
Then there is the lizard brain that shouts at me, “My God, Childers! A three pound gain in one freaking day? Are you serious? You are a failure, that’s what you are! A pretender! Just give up and eat what you want. You’re going to do that anyway. Your tombstone should read, ‘At least he ate what he wanted.'”
Some of you can relate.
Are teacher evaluations any different? Our teachers teach three classes every day. They do this for 180 days. 540 lessons taught in an average year.
We look at 2 or 3 of them and make decisions on what the other 537 looked like throughout the year.
The tyranny of a single data point can be the difference between an under qualified teacher thinking they are rocking it with their kids, or the proverbial rock star thinking they are simply a failure pretending to be a good teacher.
Our teachers deserve better than tyranny.