….well, screw the five thoughts for today. I have ONE major rant.
Whoever said that keeping a food journal and tracking your calorie intake is good for your diet must really and truly hate food, and therefore hate life.
I mean, look at me. I have NEVER felt guilty about my food choices or what I eat. For the past few days, I have been anxious and upset over the fact that I’ve exceeded the 1,550 calories per day limit MyFitnessPal had given me. Sure, I gave myself room to be able to go up to 1,773 as it is an average of all the of daily calorie limits I gathered in my pre-challenge research. But by merely looking at the negative numbers in red on MyFitnessPal, I feel the scarlet numbers burning on my chest.
Hester Prynne ain’t got nothing on me with those letters. Check out my extra calories, bitch!
And all of the sudden, I felt fat and defeated.
Have you ever heard me talk about gaining weight or feeling guilty about food? I thought so!
See what this calorie counting business is doing to my psychological welling being and sense of self? And I am NOT supposed to feel guilty about food and eating especially if I’m eating SEVEN times a day! Effin’ eh.
So yes. I hope I come out this without gaining a permanent eating disorder.
While I was already feeling guilty about my supper choice at Deli News before I even entered it into the app, I immediately sought retail therapy at Amazing Comics next door, and bought myself two more books to add to my Intro to Wolverine collection.
I think I might be a little obsessed after having cosplayed him at Wonder Con (as featured on The Mary Sue).
And you know what? Wolverine would NOT be caught dead worrying about his weight or his calorie intake.
Damn right, bub.
I’m motherfuckin’ Wolverine. I can handle this.
Half of Jamba Juice Sweet Belgian Waffle and half of Jamba Juice Carrot Orange Fusion, small, with C and Zinc, and 3G Caffeine booster.
I cheated a little bit today by going to Jamba Juice and splitting the orders to cover my first three meals.
The other half of that waffle.
The other half of that smoothie.
The last little bit of the prime rib and corn on the cobb from Wednesday night.
A few pieces of Hot Cheetos chased by a handful of dried blueberries and a passion fruit iced tea.
Not even a quarter of the order of fettuccine alfredo with chicken and broccoli…but I did eat a whole meatball. Heh.
A few bites of Haagen Dazs Caramel Cone ice cream.
For those who just now joined in, here’s why I’m going on “The Hobbit Diet” of eating seven times a day for a month.