Now it's almost a game. When I move, whether it's a little or a lot, this thing on my arm rewards me with charts that show what I did mattered, and with a number that tells me exactly how much I have to eat (or not eat) in order to meet my goals. I've completely stopped worrying about it. On days when I have time, I find all sorts of excuses to go outside and try to get some "vigorous activity" on my charts... and on days like today, when all I did was sit on my butt for 8 hours, one glance at the numbers and I know that it's vegetable soup and a long walk for dinner tonight.


to 3fc, a great little corner of the web.
I didn't like THAT feeling. I'm not going to do that again for a long time hopefully. My unplanned cookie indulgence this afternoon turned into a cookie and more cookies and icecream meltdown. Back on plan now. 