When I left Seattle on May 6th of this year I weighed 197 pounds. I weighed myself again in Ostende, Belgium, in the first part of August and I weighed 167 pounds. I wasn't trying to skinny down, in fact I was eating as much as I could, but the fact was that I just couldn't consume as many calories in a day as I was burning. I would eat until I was full then I'd eat some more but still the pounds fell off at a dramatic pace.
I think the problem was two-fold: One, I didn't have much of an appetite. I've noticed that when I exercise a lot I don't get as hungry as when I'm just lying around. It doesn't make much sense, you'd think it would be the other way around, you know; the Wisdom Of The Body and all. Two: there were days when I was so preoccupied with the challenges of long-distance cycling that I would simply forget to eat. I would be riding along and think, "I'd better pull over and eat lunch," then something would come up and I'd put it off for a while and before I knew it, it was time to camp. Many evenings after a long, hard day, I'd plop down in my tent and be too tired to cook.
But maybe there's something to the Wisdom Of The Body after all. Maybe I was overweight and out of shape and my lack of appetite and forgetfulness was simply my system's mechanism for getting me down to a more healthful weight. Whatever the reason, I'm kind of glad it happened, because I feel great.