Holy cow, why did I wait so long to just start counting my calroies to lose weight? The last time I tried to lose weight (at 23 years old, between my first and second babies) I just did Curves and watching what I ate, and lost 50 pounds in 5 months. After I had my second baby I did roughly the same thing, but wasn't as diligent in watching my portions, and got back down to within 20 pounds of that low weight, and then after my third baby I again "tried it again", but *really* didn't watch my eating as well as I should have, and the baby weight didn't budge for a full year.
I first tried upping my working, switching from walking on the tredmill at the gym to doing Jillian Michael's Wii game at home, and started losing just under a pound a week, but I was frustrated with how s.l.o.w it was going, even though I told myself it was better than not losing at all!
But two weeks ago, I finally bit the bullet and started counting calories. Something I swore I'd never do. Something I always saw as "dietary slavery" and a "killjoy" to enjoying life. How much fun can a holiday or a vacation or a birthday party be if you're counting calories?
Well, since I started counting calories 2 weeks ago I've lost *6 pounds*!!! I can hardly believe it! I even "binged" on cookie dough on wednesday (was making them for our church youth group), but still kept my calories to under 1600 by just skipping my lunch and snacks, so I found a way to "enjoy" my guilty pleasure and still lose weight. I am floored!
So "dietary slavery" it is then! I've reached the conclusion that I'd rather be a "slave" to calorie counting than to my overweight body any longer!