The Best Intentions
Sooooo Tami showed me this cool app called “My Fitness Pal“, which is meant to be like a diary of your diet and exercise to help you be healthier and/or lose weight. I lost a bunch of weight last year, and would prefer not to revert back to my previous “balloon-thighs” state, so I want to be a little more disciplined this winter.
The app really is a fantastic idea. However, I strongly recommend NOT downloading and starting to use the app on a Sunday when you are really, really hungover and just want to consume copious amounts of Kentucky Fried Chicken while sitting on the couch with your jeans unzipped like a manatee.
Today, I am already 997 calories over my “goal” calorie intake of 1200 calories. I am a disgusting lardo. Thank god I didn’t include the 30 chicken strips I had last night at 2 am when I came home drunk:
And I just ordered pizza from Magic Oven… mmmmm Harmony Magic pizza and large Greek Salad. SUCK ON THAT, calorie counter. I have a feeling if you consume more that 2000 over your goal weight, the app is programmed to revert to a video of a skinny girl pointing and laughing at you through your phone. That would be pretty motivating for me.
Truthfully, though, this thing is making me feel pretty disgusted with myself and I think its going to help me…