They say to form a new habit you have to do The Thing for 21 days. I'm on day 171 and I feel like I've just gotten the hang of this whole weight loss thing. Not that I spent days one through 170 kicking and screaming and fighting the process - I've actually enjoyed (most of) it. But now, after a little over 24 weeks of counting calories, I've shed 55 unwanted pounds and I am FEELING. MY. SELF.
I'm not going to tell you that I'm a weight loss expert or that my way of doing it is the best way or the only way - but I will tell you that counting calories makes me feel like I'm in control for the first time in my life, and do you have any idea how good that feels after years of disordered eating and depression and anxiety and making questionable relationship choices and generally being a hot mess? So, so good.
So good, in fact, that I feel compelled to share my findings with the entire internet. Will I regret it? Possibly. I'm the teensiest bit nervous that someone I know will stumble upon this blog and discover all my secrets. But with all the nonsense online about pills and quick fixes and food combining and cleanses and magic foods that make you burn fat while you sleep, I wanted to counter that with a bit of science, a bit of proof. Because that's what I have to show for the last 171 days - living proof that counting calories works. (And doesn't make me miserable!)
So here we go. I'm going to write about my experience as openly and as often as possible. Next time - a little backstory.
