...and I hate it.
I have officially hit the dreaded plateau on my journey to better health and weight loss, and I know what I must do next. And, yes, I hate it.
In my whole life of yo-yo dieting, I have always rebelled when it comes to keeping a food diary. Weight Watchers. Nutritionists. Doctors. They all require it.
I don't know what my hang-up is with writing down everything I eat and drink. Perhaps it's because writing down what I eat feels a lot like looking at myself in a swimsuit under that hateful florescent lighting. It's just all out there, you can't hide it.
There's no hiding it when I write it down.
When I write it down, I know the truth.
When I know the truth and acknowledge the truth, I am sure the Truth will set me...
...you know the rest...
For some reason, blogging about this junk feels like the first baby step in getting honest. All my favorite people hit this site daily...so now you know.
Telling the truth about my disdain for the food diary just makes me want to spit and stomp my feet. The thought of writing it all down makes me whine and groan. Childish, I know, but I will get over it...hopefully sooner than later.
In the words of my good friend BamaSlammer, "this is my blog for the day".