I deleted My Fitness Pal again. Yep, again.
I just don’t like it. I don’t like counting calories. It does not work for me.
I am overweight. I calculated my BMI and according to that, I am actually obese. Isn’t that a fun word? Obese.
I have 35 pounds to lose in order to hit my goal weight. It is a goal weight that I set years ago with my doctor. It is a goal weight that will have me in the normal category.
Normal. Not overweight. Not obese.
I was really close to that goal.
Then I lost it.
I’ve been trying to get back on track and I thought the calorie tracking would help, but it doesn’t. It just makes me feel like a cow.
Portion control works for me.
And walking. But I haven’t been walking much. My FitBit stats show that I haven’t been walking much.
I’m really annoyed with my blubber.
Well, I am fed up. I guess literally. Because I am fed up in pounds. Get it?
I was taking a little inventory of myself over the weekend and I decided that I am just disgusted. I don’t like feeling hungry, but I also don’t like feeling fat. I know how to eat healthy. I used to help other women figure out how to eat healthy. What I don’t know is why I just let all that go.
Whatever the case, in letting it go, I fed myself right up to being overweight.
More than usual.
Yesterday, when I went grocery shopping, I made a point of getting some healthier options for myself. I purchased things that I know I like so that I could make better choices. That’s the first step, as they say.
I know how to eat better. I know how to get my body moving.
So I guess this little post here is me saying that I am fed up with being fed up and I am going to start trying harder to be the me that I know I can be.
The me that I want to be.
The me that I should be.
The me that would make me feel a little better about this body I have.
They say that you are what you eat, and right now that means I am fatty, sugary, salty, oily, and just plain processed… Yuck.