Thursday, May 2, 2013

Nom Nom Nom and a Freebie

Ima foodie. I think food. I love food. I eat too much food...

And really, I've always been a chunky girl, and I'm fine with that. I don't want to be skinny. Really. I would love to lose some weight, but I'm my happiest at 150 lbs. And at 5'-0" that's considered obese. And I'm fine with that, too.

Because I'm happy. I am fat and happy. I am not skinny and miserable. I never want to be skinny and miserable. Not to say all skinnies are miserable, not at all. I know plenty are gorgeous girls who are amazing and beautiful and smart and healthy and happy. Some of these girls really have to work at it and some are just born with the metabolism of The Flash.


Now, I on the other hand, was born with a metabolism more like Jabba the Hutt. It doesn't seem to matter what I eat or how active I am, I just seem to settle out and plateau no matter what I do. But I also have to be careful about what I do because of my joints. It never fails that I get into a workout routine that I enjoy, then wind up turning my ankle or messing up my knee and am on the sidelines for weeks, where I inevitable just gain more than what I started with.

So really, it's better for me to just not work out at all, right? HA! Did I just try to justify that? I'm always doing that... The proof is in the pin, too - if you look at my pinboards over at Pinterest, you can see for yourself. Of the bajillion boards I pin to, one is called "Ima Foodie" and one is called "I work ooouuut!" and I think you'll find that there are about a tenth of a percent of the pins on one board over the other. I'll let you figure out which one...

And I do go through this cycle of, "Fuck it, I don't care, I'll just be Paula Deen or Ina Garten and wear big blousy shirts and eat whatever I want." I mean, they're happy right? Their husbands love them. They're successful.

And then I think, "Gotta lose this weight, gotta eat healthy, gotta be Miss Perfect." I mean, I'm capable, I have will power, I can do it!

So I've turned my 20 pounds of "happy weight" from ten years ago, when Eric and I first got together, into 50 pounds of still happy and here I am today. Happy. My husband loves me just the way I am. But I still feel like I can do better.

But I don't want to be a lunatic diet freak or a crazed gym fanatic. I don't expect to lose 50 pounds overnight. Especially when we're talking about babies soon. Setting an unrealistic goal is not what I am about.

What I am about is doing right by my body. Which means cutting back on the crap, loading on the good stuff, and never loosing sight of the fact that we only get one life. And in that life I plan to do my level best, but also know that when I get together with the girls, Ima eat some crap. Some ooey gooey chocolate or caramel covered in sea salt. I just am.

But I do want to keep track of that. I want to have a realistic image of what I put in my body and how I can improve.
Enter the food tracker.

I designed this based on my own needs, but if it works for you, feel free to swipe it for yourself! Just click the image to download the full sheet.

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