For serious. I love my family and my friends; they've all been super supportive, and awesome, and I wouldn't trade them for all the quatloos on Triskelion, but heck if they just sometimes don't understand what it is that I'm doing. And since I can't lose it on them (you know, because of decency and social mores and stuff), here I am, in the forums, venting.
I straight up calorie count. I mean, I try to be healthy-ish overall, but my only rule is calories. I've lost a hundred and thirty three pounds so far with almost no pain or deprivation. If the proof is in the pudding, then I'm Bill-freakin'-Cosby, all right? All right.
Man, I could totally eat some pudding right now. But I digress.
The first annoyance is my sister, who, again, has been super supportive, and I love her. But she's never really had a problem with her weight. Heck, when she was in high school, she had to deliberately gain weight. I have never had that problem. So, when I go to visit her, and she wants to go out for breakfast, she doesn't seem to understand my thought process.
"Oh, they have granola!" Yes, because granola is well-known for not being totally filled with calories. And it's also crack. She'll also recommend avocados and fried fake sausage. It's like she looks at something, sees that it's healthy, and then immediately determines that it's something I can easily eat. Calories don't count or her; only naturalness does. And it's hard to explain that, no, I'm simplifying it to one number.
Same with my friends. One of them is starting the weight loss journey herself, except she has way less to lose. She's kind of doing the calories thing. Sort of. Except she's also doing the natural foods thing with it, which makes it about seven billion times harder. Which is fine, except that whenever I talk about it, I feel like the unhealthiest person in the world. Because my lunch is sometimes cheese and crackers, and I've been known to save room for coffee.
Another one of my friends isn't doing a weight loss thing, but upon hearing what I've had today immediately goes, "OMG, you need more protein!" I'll admit, an Atkins follower I am not. But my day starts with a Greek yogurt, progresses into (for instance) some goat cheese on crackers, and ends with a sandwich that has both chicken and cheese on it. I mean, there are still plenty of carbs, but there's also some protein in there. Just based on my quick calculations, I'm totally meeting these guidelines. And I hate her a little bit for making me do math to prove it, because I don't like to do math. Unless it's counting calories.
Fortunately, my mom seems to get it, and so do a couple of other friends (one of whom is doing his own journey!
). But, man, when people don't get calorie counting, they really don't get it.



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