I am a weight loss statistic.
I will eat extremely well during the day.
Yogurt and fruit for breakfast.
Protein and vegetables for lunch.
Water. Water. Water.
I will go to the gym, run a few miles, do an hour of yoga.
I workout 5-6 times a week.
Then, at the end of my day, when I’m showered and in my play clothes?
I eat.
A string cheese while I cook dinner.
A dinner portion larger than I really should have.
A glass of wine, usually two.
Something sweet.
And then I end up between 80-400 calories over my daily limit.
Of course, I understand why the scale is now a few numbers higher than I’d like.
I know what I need to do to fix it. Curb the evening noshing. Eat a planned snack in the afternoon.
Watch my dinner portion sizes.
I get it.
It’s just hard (Captain Obvious, I know) and I am really good at talking myself into my vices.
And you know what’s even worse? It’s not like I’m gorging. I’m never stuffed, even when I eat over 2,000 calories.
I’m talking about an extra scoop of rice here, and a scoop of ice cream there. A few Hershey kisses, a handful of mini pretzels.
I’m not polishing off bags of chips in a sitting or scarfing down milkshakes. At least if I was doing that I’d feel like it was worth it.
It makes me sad to know just how little I need to eat to see a difference.
