Last summer, I was able to drop about 15 lbs even though I was doing zero exercise because of my shoulder injury.
I tracked successfully for over 100 days, before my streak ended due to being away camping without cell service.
It works for me. It motivates me.
I've loosened my reins a little too much, so I need to nip that in the bud. Over the winter, I'm quite confident I've gained at least 10lbs back. I lose and gain those 10 lbs at least 2 times a year. It's really quite sick...and embarrassing. I'm always slightly embarrassed that I'm as chubby as I am given my high level of activity. But the fact of the matter is, I'm quite confident that given my height and my muscles I'm not meant to be much smaller than I am right now. My problem? I like food. A lot. Fortunately, I also like exercise.
I just need to eat less, and continue to work out like a dog.
Weeknight treats (have you tried the new Chapmans Peanut butter crunch fro-yo? Oh my.) must stop, and weekend gorging must stop too.
I know you've read a kazillion posts like this before on my little blog. But this isn't rocket science. I've totally got this. Just had to write it down.