Why tracking works
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
I start my day with an empty box. My box has very definitive sides with precise measurements of height, width & length. Every meal - every choice - takes up residence in a small portion of that box. When you weigh, measure and calculate every bite that enters your mouth, you know the exact amount of space it takes up in the box. When the box is full at the end of the day, you know it is time to close the flaps over the top, tape it up & put it on a shelf. It is done.
From February 7-March 10, I tracked everything 100% of the time. Every evening it became a ritual to run the daily calorie differential report & see how I did. I LOVE Zumba days because I can have a little fun in my diet and still end in a calorie deficit. During that time period, I lost 5.2 pounds. It works. And then I just stopped. I have no real reason except that it is time consuming. One week without tracking and I've gained 2 pounds. Why?
I took off my glasses. I can't see clearly and everything is fuzzy. The edges of the box are fuzzy. I can't judge the size. I place handfuls of colorful objects into the brown fuzzy box & I can't tell when it's full. I'm not sure how to place items in there so that they fit well. At the end of the day, the flaps at the top won't close. The box is overstuffed. I. am. overstuffed.
As much as I dislike tracking, I know it works. So, I guess I'm going to have to suck it up & just do it.