I’m not a big calorie counter. Actually, that’s an understatement. I’ve never counted a calorie in my life. That might seem odd for someone this deep into nutrition, but I fundamentally believe that the whole calories-in/calories-out thing is such a teensy part of the equation when it comes to health and yes, even to weight loss, that I’ve basically ignored it.

Also – naked truth here – I have a long ago history of being rather obsessive about my food intake and weight, and not in a good way. Calorie counting is a slippery slope for me and I feared it would send me into an unhealthy spiral.

So then why did I suddenly decide to track my caloric intake for a week last Wednesday?

Good question.

I don’t have much of an answer other than sheer curiosity. Also, it started to feel like a gap in my knowledge. I find it upsetting when nutritional professionals don’t acknowledge the importance of quality, nutrient-dense foods in our diet, so how is my ignorance of caloric count any different?

To help me through this week of math (not at all my strong point), I downloaded an iPhone app that tracks caloric intake and energy output. Since then, I’ve made every effort to accurately track my calories.

Here’s what I’ve learned:

Calories on a page have very little to do with how I actually feel. Yesterday I ate significantly more than my caloric requirements (according to their calculation based on my height, weight, and activity level) and yet I was still peckish. Today, despite my early morning 10-mile run, I’ve barely eaten half of my requirement and I feel stuffed, but somehow compelled to keep eating because of the gap in the numbers. This is completely counter to how I counsel my clients (and myself) to trust your body. I find myself putting the numbers ahead of my own innate instincts. Slippery slope indeed.

Calorie counting feeds a cycle of guilt and encourages a self-punishing relationship with food. I’m a healthy person. I eat nutrient dense, whole foods, most of which I prepare myself. I love to eat, I love to move, and for the most part I feel good in my skin. This last week these numbers affected every food decision I made. I stuck to what I know works best for my body, but I was hyper aware of how it would show up on my little end-of-day calorie report.

Calorie counting puts numbers ahead of pleasure. Who can relax into dinner when you’re worrying about calories? Since one of the primary ways we satisfy our body’s innate need for pleasure is through food, this feels very counterintuitive.

From a logistical perspective, calorie counting is a total pain in the butt, especially if you prepare most of your own food. You have to know exact amounts of each ingredient, serving, and so on. Wow. Far easier if you’re eating packaged, processed food (!!) for which all this work has been already done. For an improvisational cook using whole foods, this is really hard.

Ultimately, calorie counting taught me very little about my food, my diet, or my health. Sure, I have a better understanding of the number of calories in a specific food, but what does that tell me? It doesn’t account for the quality, source, or nutrient-density of the food. It doesn’t account for how it was prepared. It doesn’t account for how my body’s digesting and using it. Ultimately, if I had let calories be my guide, I would have chosen nutrient-void foods simply to avoid excessive calories, and over the long term my health would have suffered.

I have two days left and I’m going to stick with my plan, but I can guarantee I won’t be doing this beyond the week. So many more important things to do and watch for, namely my own instincts.


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