Visiting my friend in Asheville for the weekend. Got in at 2 am. So naturally I got up at 5:30 to drive to Hendersonville to run an 8k. While everyone else sleeps, I shall run 5 miles with a bunch of strangers in a town I’ve only ever driven through. Hello, new Theresa. You keep surprising me. Also, we are tired. Couldn’t you have planned a little better?
Y’all. I tracked everything I ate religiously on MyFitnessPal for 383 days straight. THREE HUNDRED EIGHTY-THREE DAYS. For over a year, anything I put in my mouth went on my app. I measured, weighed, portioned and made sure I was recording accurately. There were some days I just guessed, but for the most part, everything that has gone into my body for the past year+ is on that app.
UNTIL SATURDAY. This weekend was crazy busy, Saturday being all out (amazing) insanity. Between driving, the wedding, cleaning up, night swimming, bad/no reception and sheer exhaustion, I forgot to track what I ate. And just like that, the streak ended.
To be fair, this has happened once before. Before my 383 day streak, I think I had hit about 4 months and then had one day I forgot so it started over. So yeah, Probably 16 months minus two days is how long I’ve been tracking.
But now that it’s broken, I have this weird urge to stop being so obsessive about it. I know how many calories are in things now. I know what a proper meal should look like. I know what makes me feel good to eat, what makes me feel like crap. Do I honestly need to be calculating everything so exactly? I am still trying to lose weight, but seeing the numbers in front of me has stopped mattering so much. Yeah, I’m trying to eat around 1700 calories a day but you know what? Sometimes I’m really freaking hungry, so I’m going to eat 1800…or maybe even 2000. *gasp* And sometimes, y’all, SOMETIMES, I’m just going to go CRAZY and eat pizza and drink beer and if I put it in a tracker the poor thing would explode.
I don’t know what I’m saying here. I don’t think I have a point. But I’m strangely free of the grip that MFP held on my life and I’m not sure what to do about it.