Gut Check, Part I

I calculated based on my size & age how many calories I need to have daily in order to more effectively lose weight and I counted up my calories today to find that I’m only slightly over, by less than 100 calories, the number I need to hit in order to lose on average a pound a week. 
So not a bad first day considering I didn’t plan my meals today based on this calories count calculation. My dinner was higher than normal in calories since it was a casserole, and my lunch was a salad with grilled chicken that was smaller than a full entree size so I may have over counted it. 
And I had a very long, intensive work out today so that felt good too. Trying to do what I can to keep the diabetes at bay. I know I’m pre-diabetic at best, with my family history (all four grandparents & mom are diabetic) and having been carrying this excess of belly fat since I was about 28 years old (I’m 35 now). 
Was able to lose 15lbs the summer after I turned 30 but I was working outdoors a lot at the time and then I got an office job again and fell in love so I put that weight back on quickly. 
My weight loss & fitness goals are 75% health conscious and only 25% vanity/revenge body based. I think that is a good balance. Going to pick up a scale and a pedometer tomorrow to further aide me in my quest.
Just hope some emotional eating doesn’t derail me before I make much progress.

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