Livestrong

I found probably the easiest tool I've ever used in my life to track my calories taken in and taken out. It takes all the guesswork out and takes my Google searching of "how many calories in xxxxx" down to almost zero, unless I'm unsure and double-checking. It's beautiful.


It's just at the Livestrong home page. Sign up, yada yada, the calorie tracker is free. w00t!


For my weight, though, the stupid thing is telling me to eat like 2,300 calories a day. Fuck. That.

Today was...
Two oranges - 100 kcal total. One in the morning, one in the evening.
One bottle of sugar free grape stuff - 0 kcal. w00t!
One cup of homemade egg drop soup - 61 kcal.
One cup of hot tea (It was blood orange and something else) - 0 kcal.

Look at these gorgeous figures below! Today was a 300 day, and I'm full right now. I might nibble a bit of my soup later, but I don't know. My day isn't even over. <3

Consumed

161

Calories Today

Burned

103

Calories Today

Edit: The belly has spoken. I went to try and nibble a bit of the egg in my egg drop soup, and my stomach immediately rebelled, threatening to make me throw up. My numbers stand for the day! I'm not long for the waking world, I think bed is in my near future.

400

I am. Freezing. Like, really freezing. My hands are cold, my feet are frozen in their socks, my legs are cold, my arms have goosebumps...Sigh. At least my chest isn't cold. Also, the tip of my right index finger hurts quite badly. Not sure why.


Anyway. On to the important stuff.


Breakfast:
1 slice rye toast. 80 kcal.


Lunch:
6 oz split pea soup (Not sure how I stomached it. T'was kinda nasty.) 120 kcal


Supper:
1 slice rye toast. 80 kcal.
5oz orange juice. 68 kcal.


Total: 348 kcal.


I'm debating cutting a slice of cheese in half to nibble at. My head is quite sore...I lacked a lot of protein today. I didn't eat as well as I was hoping I would.


Today is 348 kcal as of this blog post, before any exercise.
Tomorrow is a limit of 300 kcal. I'm also going to have access to an orange. <3 Yay.

Damn blood sugar.

Well, I edited all of my 2012 posts to sort of match with what I changed my blog to look like. I chose the darker look, because it hurts my eyes a lot less when I have to deal with darker colors with white or light gray as a foreground or text. I know it's not the same for everyone...But yeah.


Deep breath. Here goes nothing. Tomorrow starts another go at the SKG, which I'm predicting is going to fall apart this coming weekend - The Global Game Jam is like a second christmas to me. I'm going to do everything I can to resist the food they bring in unless I'm honestly going to faint - which will probably happen. Let's be honest here. Hypoglycemia doesn't mix well with refusing to eat for an entire weekend...I remember what happened at Youmacon.


T'wasn't good, let me tell you. I woke up Sunday in my ex-boyfriend's bed (he felt bad for me trying to curl up on his couch. It's comfy...for sitting. Laying, not so much.), basically unable to move because I was so weak. Despite the eight hours of sleep I'd gotten, I ended up forcing myself to eat cheese and some crackers, and I passed out right away. I hate that my family gave me blood sugar problems. I can deal with the weakness, but the sheer pain I feel when I go more than one day without eating is awful. Even painkillers won't help with it - I've tried everything from tylenol, to apsirin, to vicodin, to tylenol-3 with codeine, and none of it works.


Sigh...I'm sure my system will get used to it. It'll all be worth it when we're on the beach in silver bikinis, and for once I'm the one they're all looking at.


Not you, Vy. Me. For the first time since we met, I'll be the one getting the attention.


Edit: What have I done so far tonight?
100 cheater-pushups (my chest isn't strong enough yet for real ones...hurts like an unnecessary bitch.)
400 crunches
20 leg lunges (10 on each leg...And my god, they can not take that yet. I'm gonna stay at nice low numbers for a while.)
10 minutes of random stretching.


It's time for bed now...I hope I'm sore tomorrow. Last time...I didn't get sore...And I got worried that I didn't do any of it right.