I gave Fitday another chance. Seems they have just revamped their web site. Its a little less aggravating to deal with. So with that, and the weight loss tracker booklet I bought a while back, I'm actually starting to write everything I eat down. I've been going by my doc's recommendation of a certain amount of protein, carbs, dairy, etc. per day, but figured I'd really like to see just how many calories I end up eating in a day.
My BMR is 1517 and my 'caloric intake requirement' is 1972.
Yesterday was the first day I fully kept track of what I eat.
The good news: I only consumed 1559 total yesterday, which put me at a 413 cal deficit (because I'm still trying to lose those last few pounds).
The not so great news: I consumed WAY too many carbs.
Gotta cut out the dried fruit in my yogurt for now. That's the killer right there.
On the other hand, everything I ate was something that had nutritional value, no junk.
Last night was the final Total Fitness class. While I'm sad to see it go, it also served as a reminder why I don't take aerobics classes. Straight aerobics bores the ever loving SHIT outta me. When we were in the aerobics part of the class... I got bored. Once we started getting into the cardio strength training part (involving weights) it got interesting. Ah well, I'm looking forward to the 'cardio bellydance' class starting back up. Meanwhile, there's no cardio or martial arts for a couple weeks, so I have to devise other ways to keep myself occupied with the workouts.
Maybe I'll take up jogging.
Riiiiiight, maybe monkeys will fly out of my butt too.
I hate jogging. I hate bicycling too.
Guess its time to kick it up a notch, do my cardio dance DVD stuff in the morning, do the weights at night when I get home from work on a more regular basis.
Thought I had killed my knee last night during the warmup for the class... did a move and something just 'didn't feel right' and it was a bit sore through the class. I kept going (because I'm an idiot), but took it as easy as I could. Put ice on my knee when I got home. Seems fine today, but I'll pay close attention to how it feels while I'm working out tonight. Ah well, at least there's 70 fewer pounds for it to have to support.
And TOM is still kicking my ass. TOM decided it would be fun to give me cramps of an epic magnitude today where all I wanted to to when I got up this morning was curl up around a pillow in my gut to help ease the cramps. At least until the prescription strength ibuprofen kicked in. Would've been a great day for vicodin, but I wouldn't have been functional.
Ah well, enough whining.
I'm also experimenting with eating smaller meals, a few hours in between. Not sure whether I like it or not yet, and its a little harder to stay dilligent about time between meals. I may need to set an alarm or something.