Okay, so I quit smoking two months ago and I gained five pounds. (I’m lying; I gained six pounds.) My pants don’t fit right anymore, and that means I spend a lot of time feeling uncomfortably aware of those six pounds. I could go out and buy jeans a size bigger, but I won’t do that because I have no intention of keeping the six pounds.
I’ve been trying to lose them for about 6 weeks now, and so far I’m not having much success. I lose a pound, then I gain it back. At one point I lost two pounds, then I gained them back plus another one. I know why I’ve gained the weight: I’m eating more. I know what I have to do to lose it: eat less. It’s so elementary, but it’s just not happening.
A couple of days ago I found this website called MyPyramid Tracker which lets you track your diet and exercise. It’s freaking me out though – it wants to know how I spend every minute of every day. It includes a pretty exhaustive drop-down list of activities. Did you spend any time butchering animals today? How much time did you spend digging worms with a shovel? Conducting an orchestra? Seriously. My life seems so mundane when I see all the things I could be doing.
On the other hand, MyPyramid Tracker doesn’t overlook the mundane either. It asked me how much time I spent sitting on the toilet today.
The site is run by that creepy surveillance-obsessed US government, which I didn’t notice until after I’d registered. The more I think about it, the more it bothers me. They should call it MyParanoid Tracker.
That is very creepy, Zoom. I’m not sure it’s effective either, to break down time like that.
There are a number of sites, both Cdn & Am, that help you track your food and activity. Some are easier to use than others.
Sounds like a suggestion list. Maybe I’d use some handydandy untrackable paper guide.
However, this part is hilarious. Thanks!
“How much time did you spend digging worms with a shovel? Conducting an orchestra? Seriously. My life seems so mundane when I see all the things I could be doing.”
This entry made me spit my breakfast out as a snorted with laughter. Thanks, Zoom.
J.