Hi, I'm Missy. The idea for this blog was hatched when I first read Bridget Jones’s Diary and had two immediate thoughts. First, I couldn’t believe that there was someone else out there (albeit a fictional character) who was as obsessed with counting calories and pounds lost and gained as I was. The second thought was “Holy shit. This girl is a raging alcoholic!” I’ve been known to imbibe, and even get my drink on from time to time, but 14 “alcohol units” a day? Hello, Betty Ford!
My entire life, or as long as I can remember, I have kept a running tally in my head of calories consumed and how much, if any, I’ve exercised that day to burn it off. An extra 3,500 calories in = an extra pound. An extra 3,500 calories burned= one pound lost. I can tell you the calories, and approximate fat grams, in nearly every food item on the planet. Fast food? Check. Organic, vegan foods that I don’t even want to eat? Check. If there was a “Name that fat gram!” game show, I would be the first one on contestant’s row.
I spend hours studying fast food web sites, memorizing the nutritional values. It is because of this diligence (OCD) that I keep my weight stable. I may consume three martinis and half a pizza on Monday, but then I’ll skip breakfast, have a bowl of cereal for dinner, or run three days in a row. And you know what? It’s always worked. Until now. Damn you metabolism!
So it’s 1,500 calories and a mile on the treadmill every day. Easy peasy, right?
