There’s no other word for how I’m feeling right now. I’m pissed. I was so excited 2 weeks ago to hit 205. 15 pounds. FIFTEEN. Man, I was well on my way to my goal.

So what happened?

I have no freaking clue. Yes, I “cheated” occassionally. Yes I altered my workout routine to try new things. But how did I manage to GAIN 6 pounds in 2 weeks. I’m almost back where I started. If you want to know why “cysters” often give up trying to get the weight off, this is why. It is like trying to climb a sand dune.

I read an article this week about how nutritionists balk at the idea of specific diets leading to weight loss. They said it is really an equation of eating less calories than you burn. No matter how you do it, you’ll then lose weight. I call bull. BULL.

But not only do I anecdotally call bull, I’m going to quantifiably call bull. I’m going to do an actual food diary where I compulsively measure out what I put in my body for the next week and how I exercise. They want to see how that equation just doesn’t work for everyone? Fine. I’ll prove them wrong.

For the forseeable future I’m going to put MyFitnessPal back on my phone and I’m going to track it all. IT ALL.

My body hates me.