Up and At 'Em!

My sister talked me into trying MyFitnessPal.com.  I'm not into all that weight loss hullabalooski.  I could stand to lose 15 pounds... sure!  But am I going to go out of my way to do it?  Never have- never will.  Maybe that's why before I only had 5 pounds to drop... then it crept up to 10... and now I stand at a firm 15.  I'm in no way over weight.  Sure, I got a little bounce to my booty but I've always said I was "curvy."  It's hot. 
...or not.

Anyway, Vicksmatoria has been raving about myfitnesspal.  An app.  Now, I'm not cool so I don't have a smart phone but you can use it online.  She kept telling me it's like a game and you don't have to eat differently and it just flows into your life.  And you lose weight.

Sure.  And then pigs sprout wings and we all skip around on rainbows eating chocolate covered cherries and singing songs from The King and I.
But, when Vic lost 4 pounds in 2 weeks I threw my hands up, went online, and signed up.
Let me tell you, wow.  Is it fun.  You just go on and type in anything you ate.  Like yesterday for breakfast I had a Kashi bar.  (Ken bought those for me.  I would have totally bought the Rice Krispies Squares covered in butterscotch.  But with this blood sugar thing.... he got the Kashi.)  So I typed in Kashi Bar and *BAM* it pops up all the Kashi bars ever so I can pick the exact one I ate.  I picked it and it logged how many calories, carbs, and all that other health stuff that was in there.  And then told me what I had allotted left for the day.  Like 1500 more calories.  That sounded like a lot.  So I went down and ate some candy corn.
After lunch I was punching in my PB and J when I saw a line for snacks.  What?  I have to track those?  Do I have to count the candy corns?  I typed in candy corn. Sure enough it showed up.  Rats.  It asked how many I ate.   ...  Not a fair question.... I didn't even know I was supposed to be counting those.... Like a handful?  .....  A small handful?  ..... Let's call it 7.
I put in 7. 
*Zing*
48 calories. 
I'm not much of a calorie counter.  Obviously... but I felt totally ripped off.  I had "seven" measly pieces of candy corn.  And got whammed.  Gosh!  It's Halloween!  Give me a break.
Luckily we had taco salad for dinner which is healthy.  (Well healthy according to me.  Healthier than a Double Double from In N Out which was what I wanted for dinner.)  And I still had 170 calories left to inhale at the end of my day according to my counter. 
So I had 3 Oreos.
If you don't use it you lose it.
You can't carry over calories you know.
And I am not one to waste!

So today I am supposed to get my exercising in.
Ken's been doing P90X.
It sounds really hard.... and he is dripping in sweat when he finishes.

Might as well try it.
It'll be something to blog about if nothing else.
And I think my fitness pal will be really proud of me.
So watch out Jillian.  There's a new super buff workout guru in town. 

Or at least there will be in 6 weeks.