This morning I'm feeling weary of counting calories. WEARY.
As I put some of my homemade bread into the toaster, I dreaded for some reason going to my computer to tabulate the caloies........what?
Why YES, I DID day "homemade bread"! Why do you ask?
Oh it's very delicious. What the recipe, you ask?
Well, perhaps if you guys are REALLY GOOD, some day I MAY share with you my GLORIOUS bread recipe.
But where was I? Something about calories?
Oh yeah, I'm getting weary of counting calories. I think what's going on is I want to eat without contemplation. I just want to enjoy the food without reducing it to contemplation of energy in and energy out.
This could very easily be where I slack off. Where I say "Oh geeze, one day won't hurt." And one day turns to two. And two turns to a week...all the while I feel like I'll get back into it. Get back to keeping track until the idea is far in the distance.
I could think about how I'm tired of being fat, and there are two swirling blue portals in front of me. I can pick to enter the portal where I continue on as I have, or I can pick to enter the portal where I could actually lose weight and be done with it.
The second one is really what I want. I'm SICK of TRYING to lose weight. I'm sick of feeling heavy and tired. I don't want to TRY.
It's times like these I seek the advice of Master Yoda Do or Do Not.
There is no try. I know what I need to do. I know that if I keep counting calories, get myself acquainted with healthy portions, and keep going, I will succeed. I need to do it, or not.