After four days I could now shuffle around the house at about 3/4s of a mile per hour.  This mobility was exhilarating for someone used to running and I did repeated donuts between the kitchen, living room, and dining room to celebrate.  In the mid afternoon, I was visited by the mother of a friend of mine from middle school.  She asked me a question I’ve chewed on a lot, “when did you decide to start losing weight?” and I finally answered it:
I never decided to lose weight.  There was no Damoscene moment where I resolved to be slim, in fact it was the opposite of a planned choice.  I had taken a very long road trip and managed to lose 10 lbs during this time by simply eating two large meals in a day instead of foraging interspersed with proper meals.  I hadn’t decided to start doing anything, but only to continue doing things that I had done almost at random out of the necessities of travel.  Each subsequent change was largely like this, I had found myself doing something that seemed to work and resolved to make it a habit.
This reminds me of how the body evolves defenses to infection.  The body spews out white blood cells until one of the variants works.  That one gets to reproduce and the other die.  Here, I tried a bunch of things at random from changing my treadmill speed to not eating hot dogs and if something seemed to work I stuck on with it.  Some odd things came out of this like learning that I do better having a very rich dessert after dinner but only if I eat three hours or so before bed.  This calorie burst seems to sedate me for the evening and I have no urge to snack before bed.
I didn’t choose to lose weight, I simply chose to habituate things that seemed to lead to weight loss.  So far that’s worked.  I hope it continues to.  She brought me fruit salad.  I hate grapefruit but the thought was nice.