I spend more time on my feet. I have a stand up desk, which I've had since December, and now I walk to and from my weekly doctor appointments weather permitting. It's a mile each way and that adds up.
I don't eat it unless I want it. This probably sounds obvious but we always have leftover catering or treats in the office. I used to go grab some every time we received an office-wide email, regardless if I had already eaten lunch. Now I only go if it's something I really like to eat.
I drink a lot of coffee. I like my coffee black with nothing in it. (Everyone is always trying to put sugar in my coffee and it drives me nuts.) At about 2 calories per 8 oz cup, I can drink 64 oz and it's not affecting my waistline.
I'm stressed. I firmly stand behind my future self-help book's title: Hungry People are Mean, Happy People are Fat . I think it's safe to say that 2013 has been the worst year of my life thus far. Life has decided to really let me have it, but I'm not the kind to take shit lying down. I've also done some really great things this year so as much as I claim that I want a mulligan on 2013, I don't think I would redo it if I could. Regardless, when I am focused on getting out of shit, I tend to lose my appetite.
I know that I frequently joke about chasing Adderall with Ritalin and that's how I stay skinny. It's no secret that I am prescribed and regularly take study meds. I've been on them for the past 6 years, except for a time during my first year out of college. Any initial loss of appetite caused by these medications goes away once your body becomes accustomed to them. Believe me, you can binge eat on Addies. Please do not get hooked on legalized speed as a way to fit into your jorts.