It would seem to me that calorie counting has worked in the past when I starved myself on less than 1200 calories a day. I have no idea where I got the discipline and the energy to adhere to such a strict regime. To couple it with weight lifting and vigorous exercise, I managed to drop every bit of 60 pounds. "You're too thin" some would say. It's true, I was thin... and toned... and really hot.
But somewhere along the line I lapsed... I ceased weight lifting after ripping apart my tendons. I lost the discipline to exercise as my energy turned towards other issues and anxieties. And due to the anxieties and issues I lost sight of all caloric discipline.
Calories count for something. Weight gain set aside, calories come in a variety of sugary-sweet and savory packages. Calories not only function as a digestable energy source for normal body functions. Calories also become a therapist of sorts... adhering to your very emotional needs of comfort and security. How interesting it is that when not looking, calories count and become bigger in number. Before you know it, it is the calories that you intake which become the bigger source of discomfort and insecurity.
Tis a constant struggle... eat this not that... have only one not two... burn more eat less. I jog. I watch what I eat. And I watch my weight fluctuate. I blame it on the thyroid while turning a blind eye to the extra cookie I'm cramming down my throat. But it's just SO good.
