One year of trying to actually understand what I eat and how I move around Chicago — logged honestly, however the numbers look.
Not my first attempt at this. But it’s the one that started the version I’m still doing.
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Three rounds of back-and-forth, one entrée added and un-added, and a very specific goal: celebrate without needing to be rolled out of the restaurant.
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Started with Lou Malnati’s on day one. Some people ease in. Somehow still closed the week down 5,213 calories.
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Published
On friction, forty versions of chicken breast, and teaching an AI what “my usual” actually means.
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Published
On naive math, a body that doesn’t stay still, and one honest concession to Thanksgiving.
Read →The weekly numbers, the stories in between, and whatever the data turns up. No diet plan attached.