I’m giving up

Cards on the table.

I set an intention at the beginning of the week to track my food and. I wish I hadn’t.

It’s. So. Fucking. Boring.

You know what happens when I track food? I eat more, because I am always thinking about food.

I wanted to track my food to keep an eye on the nutrients I was getting, but as soon as I opened my fitness pal, it became a calorie counting exercise and I just cannot be arsed with that.

I get too obsessed! I once looked up the calories for a lemsip! I was ill, but still didn’t want to go over my calorie threshold. It’s a miserable existence and I’m just not needing this in my life right now.

Yes I could do with losing quite a few pounds, but it’s really not a priority for me right now. Life is too short, there are enough things to think about, to worry about and food isn’t going to be one of them.

So I am happily erasing that one from the list this week.

After I stopped obsessing over food, I started obsessing over my skin. I’m not sure if it’s my age, my hormones or what, but I have spots on my cheeks and dry red itchy patches on the back of my thighs. After some investigation, I have come to the conclusion that the items in my house are turning against me. More specifically, my beloved sleep mask and my sofa,

So my sleep mask is now being being washed more frequently and the seat of the sofa has a blanket over it. I will win this war!