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.

Literally Fed Up

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.