I actually started this post last week, when I was going to call this "Calories: I can't even!"
A couple weeks ago, after simply writing down my food for the day, I thought I'd go back to counting my calories and tracking my macros. I had been finally losing weight and thought that I should add another layer of crazy accountability to my plan.
I gained 2 pounds last week.
So the past week or so I've been planning my meals better and simplifying my snacks, focusing on protein first, then produce and healthy fats with starchy carbs a couple times a day. My brain is feeling better and I'm inching back to simply writing down my food in my Fitbook.
It's probably from decades of "dieting" but I just can't obsess over numbers or I end up playing games, feeling like things need to round up, round down, go a little more in one area than the other ... you get the drift. I start overthinking. Simply writing things down helps me "underthink" it.
My eyeballs on the other hand ...
Monday I finally dragged my butt to the eye doctor to find out why I had so much glare and eye strain. I'd been using dry eye drops like nobody's business and while they felt great, my vision was still "glary." (I don't think that's a word but it perfectly describes what I'm seeing.)
I had a sneaking suspicion what it was and my doctor confirmed it -- cataracts. "So just in the left eye, huh?" I asked. "No, both eyes have it," he replied. Referral in hand, I high-tailed it to my next stop -- Bascom Palmer Eye Institute, which is pretty much the best eye institute on the planet and walking distance from my house. Nearly 10 years ago I went there to avoid glaucoma by having holes lasered in my irises. (Seriously, I have the eyeballs of an 80-year-old.)
I wasn't in their system anymore so I called the appointment desk from the lobby of the very fancy new UHealth building in Plantation. I wasn't leaving until I had an appointment -- I'm just that way about my health. I got one for early January because seeing a Bascom Palmer eye doc is like asking to go backstage with the Rolling Stones. They're all rockstars there, and I'm willing to wait a couple months for a rockstar.
My next stop was to Whole Foods to pick up ingredients for dinner, and while I had my parsley, cilantro, lemons, limes and other healthy things in my basket, all I really wanted to do was head to the frozen food section and grab a pint of Halo Top for dinner. To be honest, I was feeling a little sorry for myself and my precocious eyeballs.
Don't get me wrong, if you're going to eat ice cream for dinner, Halo Top is a great choice, as the entire pint is only 240 calories and you get 24 grams of protein.
But I didn't do it. That would have been giving in to the urge to comfort eat, and I am knee keep in fighting that battle. So I got my dinner ingredients and left.
But I didn't make dinner because I ran too many errands with dilated pupils and gave myself a headache, so I had a frozen meal and a salad. A competent compromise.