Calorie counting is the devil Right, here's the thing, what the fuck is up with fats demonising calorie counting? So around this time last year I realised I was eating super unhealthily and decided to metaphorically man the fuck up, and get a hold of my eating habits and start seriously monitoring what I put in my body. Best decision I've ever made- now I can estimate the amount of calories in food without having to weight it out, I eat way more tasty veg and a lot less sugar and I feel so healthy and energetic and it's real great, I reccomend it to everyone. All it required was the bare minimum of effort and a little persistence to master the art of home cooking. I am very short (think < 5') so my weight could sound unhealthily small out of context, but I assure you with a BMI of 19 I am perfectly healthy. During this time in my life I was not losing weight and nor did I intend to- I was just giving my body a little love. But this bitch, ohhhhh this fucking bitch. She had arms the size of thighs, fingers giving the appearance of over-filled water balloons ready to burst, and the biggest grossest loudest fucking mouth I have ever had the displeasure of being within its vicinity, especially when she chowed down on greasy crap WITHOUT CLOSING HER MOUTH. I could go on and ooonnnn about how disgusting she was and how much she made my skin crawl and how greasy she always looked with 17lbs of oranged makeup heaped on her gross acne-riddled face.. but you lovely ladies and gents don't deserve such horrendous mental images. She was a friend of a friend and, it being secondary school and all, I was more or less roped in to spending time with her. As soon as she heard I was calorie counting and eating less junk, she kicked up the BIGGEST fuss. When she realised her bullshit about body love and HAES wasn't going to sway my friends into forcing me to "stop hurting myself", she began to spread rumours about me intentionally throwing up in the school toilets, and how I would hide food, shit like that. It turned into a huge thing, I had to attend mandatory sessions with the whale of a school therapist who would always offer me far too many cakes and biscuits and hot chocolate. The school even tried to force my mother to take me to the doctors to get me put into some kind of ED facility, which she obviously thought was absolute bullshit and straight up refused to do. I would get patronised and fussed over every single lunch time if I didn't bring in some kind of crappy food and eat it in front of everyone. It was hell. Calorie counting is probably the best thing you can do for yourself. It is the only easy way to monitor your eating habits and be aware of how you are treating your body. Why the fuck was I put through this much fucking trouble just because I decided to improve myself? Shouldn't it be the twats who decide to start practicing HAES? Why was it made to be so difficult for me to start doing the one thing that is certain to help you lose weight and become a healthier person? I usually refrain from making a definite conclusion, but it can ONLY be because fatties get triggered- they cry anorexia and bullimia where there is none at all just so they don't have to even expend the energy to look at another person bettering themselves with just a little self discipline. /rant