Scale woes.

176.7. Again. I think.

My new scales are stupidly finicky, and makes getting a believable weight something of an ordeal. If I so much as breathe while standing on it, it jumps as much as a full kilo up or down, and it's extra shitty because I can't actually stand on it with both feet. I have to balance on one foot, and hope that's good enough.

With my old scales, that was never a problem. It weighed me fine and consistently accurate with my one-legged approach. But then it broke and I had to get a new one. -sigh-

The reason, btw, for standing on one leg, is that fat deposits have developed on the inside of my knees, preventing me from closing my lower legs unless I bend them. Which the scales won't accept at all, so...

One leg it is.

In any case, I've been counting calories all week, and I've consistently come in under my maintenence amount, but not always under my goal.

I do feel okay physically, however. Not a lot of water retention, and not even a hint of the hunger and stomach pains from last time when I cut down more drastically. So while there's a lot more math in my life than I ever expected, I have to say I greatly prefer this approach so far.

Guess we'll have to wait and see if it actually works enough for my scales to pick up.

Calories.

This morning the scales said 176,7 kg. Not bad.

I've been dabbling with counting calories lately, and yesterday for the first time I counted everything I ate.

I already established that my daily "calorie maintenance" is around 4912,5, and most websites recommended cutting down 20% as a good and easy starting goal. So I was aiming for 3930 calories, and I came in at 3250, which is 672 under the mark. So that was a good experiment.

Counting calories is hard work, though, and it definitely won't be something I can keep doing when my days become more busy. But at least this is where my autism and dependence on habit comes in handy, because I eat pretty much the same things over and over again, and make them the same way every time. So once I've calculated the calories in something, I probably won't have to do it again.

But the goal also isn't to diet by counting everything for the rest of my life. The goal is teaching myself the appropriate amounts to eat of things, which... has been pretty goddamn skewed. Probably in part because I'm fat, and people have literally screamed diabetes at me since my early teens, sugar has been pretty harshly villified in my mind, when fat is actually the worst offender, calorie-wise.

So I've got a lot to learn.

Stay tuned.