Why do I bring this up? Because since I haven't been running, I've gained some weight. I currently sit at or just below 150. The end of the summer I was sitting really, really close to 140, which is really where I'd like to be. I felt fabulous there. I do not feel fabulous at 150. I can look at 270 days of tracking and think, why am I not at a fabulous weight? I'm not eating too much. But the truth is, I probably am.
|Sunday's diary, I logged breakfast|
but nothing else.
I am not running, or moving, enough to keep my weight down where I'd like it if I continue to eat the way I have been. I track meals, but not much else. And the in-between food is the food that is not that good for me.
Where am I going with this? Well, when I started the post, I was thinking I'd challenge myself to tracking Every. Single. Food. that enters my mouth. But honestly, I don't know that I'm that committed. I also don't know if I'm that committed to quit eating so much. I think what I need to do is eat better, well, and less, but mostly better. Fewer snacks at work (that's the killer), less coffee breaks in the afternoon (that's gonna be impossible), I've already cut back on wine in the evening so that's good.
I decided to go put in every single thing I ate on Tuesday and Wednesday. I was thinking about this post on Tuesday, so I decided to eat the way I normally do, then yesterday I was going to try to be good, but still not obsess about hitting the calories. Want to know the result? It's not pretty . . .
I ended up eating more yesterday, on my "good" day, than Tuesday . . .
Seriously, I just want to run.