The original title of the post was ‘My Experiment in Watching What I Stick in my Mouth,’ but that seemed a bit misleading, ha ha. xD I mean, I don’t know what comes to your mind, but… well… Anyway.
It’s actually kind of a dieting story!
About a month ago, I started counting my calories on MyFitnessPal.com It’s a website I started using about a year ago, but gave up on quickly, because I’m lazy and have a terrible time committing to doing anything on a regular basis. (Which you’ll notice is the reason while, although I have continued working on the blog, I don’t have a regular posting schedule, because I just can’t make that kind of commitment.)
So the idea was, I guess, that since I do such a terrible job at going to the gym and exercising, I would work on my health goals from the other side–food. Now, food and I have a love-hate relationship. As in, I love food, and it hates me, ha ha. But I really was completely unaware of just how much I was taking in until I started forcing myself to keep track.
Let’s just say that, at my height and weight, I get 1500 calories a day. I was eating easily two-to-three times that amount before I started cutting things out.
Now, that’s not to say that I only eat lettuce and carrots or protein-shakes! I’m not doing one of those diets where you can ONLY eat meat, or ONLY eat carbs, because I know limiting myself like that is a recipe for disaster. I’ll just think about what I CAN’T eat all day, until it drives me nuts. As it was, the first few days, I thought I was literally going through a drug withdrawal. My stomach grumbled constantly, and I did nothing but think about food. Every. Waking. Minute.
And then a crazy thing happened, and I realized I wasn’t obsessing anymore. It was no longer a huge issue to keep myself from eating in the wee hours of the night/early morning. I started drinking a lot (water, sillies!) to give my body the impression that I was still sticking stuff in my mouth. I have to pee like 20 times a day, but hey, no calories!
But like I said, I DON’T use this as an opportunity to guilt myself, or back out of family gatherings/restaurant outings. If I know that one of those will happen, I just eat less leading up, or choose something healthier/smaller. Moderation–it really is the key.
As of now, I’ve lost about 10 pounds, which I’m ECSTATIC about. I’ve literally never had results like this. And, because it’s a symbiotic relationship, my weightloss has kept me going strong. It’s not fast, but hey–I’ll take what I can get. I’d actually really like to be under 200 by the end of the year, which I don’t think is a ridiculous goal. Actually, the site says I should be at that point by the end of September. 8D
I don’t usually post about stuff like this, because I know myself well enough to know that the minute I write something about it, it will all fall down around my ears–I’ll lose interest, or just stop, but in this case I’m challenging myself to continue BY writing this post. You hear that, me?! Just you dare try to stop!! I’ll kick your butt!
And that’s a little bit of what I’ve been doing lately!