Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Well, I sort of disappeared for a couple of weeks.
It has been a bit frustrating trying to count calories when I'm not generally in control of what I'm eating. Weekends are especially hard; sometimes, nothing I ate is really in the tracker and I have to sit down and figure out what the closest thing is, guess at how much I ate, and so on. It gets me sort of upset.
So I stopped tracking. I stopped logging in. I've kept working out (pat on the back!) but I've started shoving my hand into the bags of chocolate like, 5 times a day. (Bags of chocolate! Arg.) If I were counting, there's no way I'd be doing that.
On the upside, I don't think I've gained any weight. But I most certainly won't be losing, and in time, I think my habits would slip into eating more and more, more often, more bad choices. So... I tracked breakfast.
It's a step in the right direction, yes? I did it on a whim. I will try to recommit, come back, and track the rest of the day. I plan to work out later... I'll track that too! That's always my favourite, because I always feel good about it.
I'm really starting to like my fitter body and get used to the size I am. If I can't lose any more while living here, that would be okay, I think. As long as I don't gain, and I keep working on the fitness, I could be happy at this weight (even though I wanted more distance from the "overweight" BMI category).
But, in life, we have to fight for the things we want. They don't come easy. Sometimes they're frustrating.
I'd like to be a fighter.