First, I am attempting to log my food and such at MyFitnessPal. I say attempting because I rate keeping a food diary right up there with say bamboo shoots being shoved under my fingernails. Hate, hate, hate. But I'm giving it a shot. I'm on there under CilleyGirl, please friend me!
Except for the two apple turnovers I polished off for dessert last night -- so that they would no longer be around for me to eat -- I did well calorie-wise. I changed my settings to have something like 1,510 net calories per day. Before the turnovers, I was at 1,363. With the turnovers, I was at 2,043. Which is not bad, but not conducive to losing weight. I should've just had an apple.
Second, this was -- and I shit you not -- my horoscope yesterday:
You've got to let go of some weight that is holding you back. It may be actual stuff in your basement that keeps you from moving, or emotional baggage that wants to keep you in the past.
I told you the universe kept echoing me yesterday! Although for "basement" I should substitute "front porch" because it's this massive gut that is holding me back. And my arms. I don't even want to talk about my arms.
I'm off to chug more agua.