I act like I haven’t done this before. I lost about 15 pounds the summer before my junior year of HS by counting calories and running. I took a little “break” during cross country season because I figured 1200 calories wasn’t enough to fuel me for that much intense exercise every day. Instead of setting a higher calorie goal for myself, though, I stopped counting calories altogether and ate whatever I wanted, and it definitely caught up to me.
My “break” lasted through yesterday, with many failed attempts to get back on the wagon. It’s been 2.5 years since then, and I’ve gained 35 pounds, putting me 20 pounds over my original starting weight, as well as in the obese category for the first time in my life. I would say I carry my weight fairly well, so I didn’t notice it a lot at first, but then my clothes started to fit a little snug and I realized something was wrong.
So quarantine happened, right? I’ve been eating a whole lot less since I’ve been home; no more buffet-style dining halls, no more ice cream every day. I also started running again, since it was the one thing I could do that got me out of the house, and I’ve started to really enjoy it again. I’d play with the idea of losing weight or counting calories but I kept making excuses for myself. Today, I made myself count calories and did a 16:8 fast (I don’t usually eat breakfast anyway), and I am shocked at how easy it was. This is what I’ve been avoiding this whole time? A little bit of hunger? Plugging some numbers into an app? I can handle that!
All this to say—bring it on. Obesity is no match for me. I’m taking my health back one 1200-calorie day at a time.
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