So I was having a discussion with my mom today, and she said that I should count all my calories. My natural instinct is to curl my lip and say ugh.  I am sure there are many benefits to counting calories, but the task is tedious.  A good friend of mine said that she was not going to count calories, just watch her portions. I am still on the fence about the whole thing. Since today is my day to begin this whole diet thing, I guess I should know what I am doing, but I don’t.

 I do however, know what I have taken into my body.  I had one serving of maple brown sugar oatmeal(yes I know the sugar defeats the purpose), I had half an apple-hey, it’s a start, 2 slices of vegetable hand tossed pizza, 2 slices of ham, olive, and mushroom pizza, and chicken caesar salad.  The pizza, was an all time favorite trap, you know how someone is trying to repay you for something they feel they need to repay you, and they buy you lunch. And you know how it is being put in the position of accepting their kindness. Yeah that was my pizza, I know I didn’t have to have four slices, but it was soooo good.

Did I count calories today?NO!! Because on top of the food, I had a 32oz. glass of soda, and 32oz. water. The soda is 4 servings, hmmm bad, bad. The water is a little over a fourth of what I should be taking in, not enough.

Will I count calories tomorrow? I have absolutley no idea.

How do you feel about counting calories?

Oh and the skinny on my fat cells, 196.5, no measurements as of yet. Maybe tomorrow.