And so we begin with January, the month of resolutions and resolve.

So I’d like to spend the month of January doing what the rest of the planet is doing: watching what I’m eating. I intend to watch it with my Fitbit and its attendant app, that keeps track of my activity and my goals and tells me how many calories I can eat and still meet all those goals.

The task here is to be consistent in entering the food, as the kind folks at Fitbit haven’t developed an app that will do that automatically as I chew and swallow. Historically, I have resisted all regimentation on this discipline, and I can’t review what I’m eating and make decisions about changes to make without a good record. (For the record: I’m interested in making changes before a doctor makes me do it by waving a lab report at me.)

I picked this for January as it’s something I can do even when I’m traveling, which I anticipate doing next week for several days.

So I was going to post the clip every day from the app, but then I realized that it doesn’t tell you whether I fudged on the fudge I may or may not have eaten. There’s no way to do that without Go-Pro-ing the entire day so you can see me eat and then write it down, and ain’t no one got any time or stomach for that. (Though it occurs to me that if I had a camera on me all day long I’d eat like a bird, and not in an ironic, fifty-times-my-weight-every-day kind of way.)

So as it is in all aspects of life, I’m on the honor system. I’ll tell you that I ate things, and that I entered it all. Or not.

Today, I wrote it all down, even the three pieces of bacon I ate while I was making BLTs for lunch for the ‘rents. It wasn’t difficult at all, though I could have improved the effort by weighing the piece of pork roast I had for dinner.

Only thirty more days.

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What the heck is she doing now?

© E. Stocking Evans 2016