I can't control the fact that I have a little kid butt with very little junk in the trunk, that my skin doesn't tan, or that my forehead will never be the right shape to provide a great location for swoopy bangs. These are the things I have come to embrace and accept as part of my wonderful gift of a healthy body. I can control the types of food and how much I put into by hungry mungry tummy. I feel I do pretty well as far eating the right kinds of foods, but alas, portion control is not my forte.
I've come to a very distressing and appalling realization: no matter how healthy you eat, you can consume too much and still gain weight.... DUN DUN DUN! And on the flip side you can be a garbage head, devouring only sweets and processed food, but by staying under a certain number of calories you can be as skinny as Olive Oil. I wish it weren't true, but after standing on the scale reading the increasing numbers several days in a row, I have no choice but to accept this awful reality. I. eat. too. much.
I am turning into someone I swore I would never be: a calorie counter. I have a serious tendency to graze throughout the day, and then eat till I'm stuffed at all
I'm not going to count calories forever, but for now I am learning to listen to my body, not to snack like a mindless carb monster, and realizing that I actually will survive if I don't have a treat every night after dinner. Who knew?
1 comments:
Yup I'm guilty of the same! And I learned that 1200 is not enough for me!! I always went over, haha. I like food too much! Helps that I like to exercise ! :)
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