Last week I blasted myself as a control freak.
This wasn't newsworthy, but more of a confession and plea to the public to excuse my increased snarkiness or sarcastic tones in person and online.
The reality is that while I have house clutter and chaos in addition to my sinus/head/ear thing impeding my exercise and activity time, I need to really focus on my eating and choices. I previously explained that I was leery of the increased calories I researched and found that I likely needed while training so hard. It did help with energy and performance with my running times, it was difficult mentally to deal with the numbers.
I adapted, but now here I am with nominal activity (thank you Austin allergies.)
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I recently (like two months ago) updated my MFP profile to move towards a more IIFYM (If-It-Fits-Your-Macros) lineup, I even reached out to a dear friend and fessed up my stats, my quest, and my limitations food wise to help me decipher how much of what I should be eating (or not).
But I think the amount of dedication and strict numbers may be a bit too much for me. It seems like WW on steroids, with the numbers crunching and alignment.
And...do we really want me, a cranky-control freak of a mom
ALSO turning into psycho-obsessed-number cruncher?
So I think I'm going to veer back to my old school roots, to what worked for me before. The one program that I somehow miraculously lost 60lbs with. I'm busting out my old WW booklets, not PointsPlus or Core or whatever they call it now. I'm going way back to original Points. Yep. I still have my slider and calculator and a schmancy black bag to carry it all in.
You know, to keep my number-crunching to a minimum while I'm in house re-org mode (and trapped treadmill)
Let's hope this food choice will let me chill out.