Today was a Day Out, with all that entails, which mostly means it’s goddamn near impossible to count calories. We went out for lunch AND dinner, and I’m pretty sure the number of calories ingested is All Of Them, which, sadly, my calorie tracker does not have an option for. I made a weak stab at counting them by wild generalization, but I’m pretty sure that even 15 falafels does not cover the caloric intake of this evening. (I didn’t eat 15 falafels. I ate one. And one of a…
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Sugar Wars: Day 5
Today was the first day I would have murdered for cookies. Partly to eat, partly to make, since I find baking soothing. But I didn’t make any and I didn’t eat any and I’m mildly grumpy about it but I suppose I’m also morally superior, or something. Yeah, that’s all I got tonight. Over & out.
Sugar Wars: Day 4
I mean, as threatened, I had that hot chocolate today, but it was kind of like my lunch, so, IDK, that counts for something, right? I don’t know what it counts for, but something. The truth is I might have one on Saturday too, since I’ll be near the hot chocolate shop again, but aside from those liquid indiscretions, still going just fine. We’ll see how things go next week when I won’t be in Dublin as often and there’ll be less hot chocolate opportunity, but y’know, so far so…
Sugar Wars, Day 2
I had both a Sprite and a hot chocolate today, both of which I can fudge as being Not *Food*, but rather *Drink*, but we all know I’m really bending the spirit of the law until it’s sprained, there. I did, however, get my 10K steps in, and kept a calorie count for the second day in a row, so I’m calling it a win and going onward.
Sugar Wars: Day 1
Several of us in these parts have entered a pact, or at least an agreement, to cut sugar from our diets for 30 days. Much of my incentive is that it’s pretty clear I’m gaining weight at exactly the same rate I’m eating junk food, and I’d rather not balloon ALL the way back up to my previous fatness. I’ve already regained about 12 pounds in the last 6 months (although I gotta say, a third of that was in December. What a disaster the holidays were for me, food-wise.)…