For me, I want to lose twenty-five pounds. It's a reasonable goal and honestly, I may have gone a little overboard on the holiday binge eating, so it's not like twenty-five pounds is going to make me bone thin, just healthier. Plus, for me, my biggest issue is cholesterol and staying withing a normal hemoglobin A1c level, so now I can track my fats and sugars instead of just calories. How can this go wrong?
Um, guys? I just handed control of my food intake, that stuff that keeps me alive, over to a robot. A robot who is slowly starving me to death.
Okay, to be fair, when I first became diabetic, I logged everything I ate in a notebook along with my blood sugar readings and exercise log. It was amazingly useful and I managed to lose almost fifty pounds in a year. On average, I was eating between 1200 and 1800 calories a day. My diet hasn't changed that much since then, but I did put ten pounds back on that I haven't been able to take back off.
Hence the robotic personal assistant. For whatever reason, watching my available calories (out of 1500) dwindle is nerve racking. If I go too low, I can exercise in attempt to reclaim some calories for the next meal. Naturally, I want to please my new fitness overlords, so I try to come in under goal on the bad stuff and over goal on the good stuff. I am a good minion.