You should be a little hungry when you go to bed at night and and a lot ravenous when you wake up in the morning. If not, you are eating too much.
Weigh yourself once a week only. Not every day, whatever you do. Daily weighing is for morons. Daily weighing is the path to madness and despair.
At times during your diet your body will decide there’s a famine, and in a bid for self preservation it will start to hoard calories. You still police every morsel of food you put in your mouth but you stop losing pounds. You may even gain a few back. It’s only the plateau. You must not freak out.
Hang mirrors everywhere.
Abstention is easier than moderation.
Skinny friends keep you skinny; fat friends make you fat.
Because weight control is like war. You need to pick a side and stay there. That’s science.
Never eat processed food.
Processed food, oozing with salt and transfats and fructose and unpronounceable chemicals, is diabolically engineered to stimulate your appetite while never satiating it. Processed food, brought to you by faceless, heartless corporations who care only about the bottom line (theirs, not yours), is the very last thing you should put in your poor defenseless pathetic little body.
Don’t eat in front of the television. Or the computer. Or while reading. Or under any circumstances that encourage the mindless consumption of food.
Not eating calories in the first place is better than eating calories and then trying to burn them off.
Boldly colored dishes make food taste better, and when food tastes better, you eat less of it.
At least that’s the theory. Amy’s plates are tangerine orange, her bowls are cherry red, and the handles of her flatware are lime green.