This could be worser.
Because, I'm stuck in the house - with no end in sight - because I'm a Mystery Diagnosis, and I have no wheels. So, do yourself a favor and unsubscribe now.
Yesterday, one full day in the house, and last night's meeting with the nutrition/exercise group for the kids was enough wallowing. I found myself scavenging for snacks, with instant boredom. I even made a pot of soup, hoping that would kill the urge to pick-pick-pick, and it did, but, uh, no. Being home never works for a picker. I may have eaten a lovely Fiber One Bar as a snack, but then, "they're so tasty - let's have one later!" You can see how this dissolves good habits immediately - as I lose track of input. I over-do everything, even the good stuff. It doesn't help that I'm riding the cotton pony and that makes me want to chew a side of a cow I'm so hungry.
The scale tells me these things - and I'm still up, up, up.
This is my "comfort zone" this 160-165 place. I can basically eat on demand and this is the size I am, no matter WHAT. No matter if low carb cheesecake comes into play, it's a flex up and down five pounds from this spot.
It translates to an average of 1,200 - 1,800 calories per day, depending. But, thing is? I'm overweight at this size and it's not where I want or need to be, duh. Problem is, to lose, I have to cut back so much with my screwy system. For me to maintain What I'm Supposed To Weigh, it's probably going to have to be 1,000 calories per day or less and super amounts of exercise. (Did you watch the video I posted below this?!)
I guess what I'm saying is, I'll NEVER be What I'm Supposed To Weigh, without starving + exercising, i.e. a la eating disorder.
If my choices are eating somewhat normally and staying fat OR starving and exercising to excess, I'll take chubby. I do know, that if I took up exercise in a more loving fashion (I hate it hate it hate it hate it) I would be ABLE TO EAT the way I do - AND be less of a chub, bonus! I need to burn my low carb cheesecake calories to eat them, too.
What am I getting at? I need to move my ass. I need to feel better to MOVE my ass, but I know moving my ass releases feel-good chemicals in the body which might help me feel less anemic and Mystery Diagnosis-y.
I don't know how - but I'll find a way to do it, because, I'd prefer to be a less chubby former fat girl who can still eat cheese cake.