For years I tracked everything I ate. It started nearly a decade ago when I was tired of being fluffy and tired all the time. When working out didn’t budge the scale, I knew what I needed to do … and I did it. Limiting calories worked like a champ.
When I was dancing, keeping the weight down was vital. Any bumps (or heaven forbid rolls) were exposed and oh so obvious.
I reached an unacceptable number on the scale and started working out again. As a side note, there are actually three levels of unacceptable scale numbers for me: The scary number, the uber scary number, and the “Okay, That’s Enough, Tubby” number. It was this latter one that was recently reached.
I’m officially back to calorie counting. I know how many I have a day, and it’s up to me to figure out their best use. I knew immediately what had to go.
Oh bread, you wonderful creation. Perfect springy texture, the nuttiness of the wheat, the delicate softness in my hand. Bread: it’s not you, it’s me. I hope you understand.
I knew I was doing a lot of bored eating, but I never realized how much. Dang! I wasn’t hungry when I returned to my dance calorie count.
The strangest thing is this change has felt so liberating! I feel in control again! I’m also back to my ten minutes of strength training each day and 10,000 steps (thank you, pedometer!) What a difference it is making in how I feel about myself. Knowing that the pinching clothes are temporary does wonders for the spirit! And that I won’t have to buy a bigger wardrobe really appeals to my frugal side. Being down three pounds in three weeks gives that added encouragement!
Have you had to re-learn something lately? or Am I the only one who thrives better and feels more free in a structured environment?