Coffee Table Declarations
Thursday, February 24, 2005
If this phone rings one more time I'm throwing it out the window. I have been so busy working on a project here at work that I am all out of sorts. Not to mention the hunt is on for a new apartment (more on that later) and I joined weight watchers on Saturday so I have been seriously starving.
I know that I am not overweight. In fact, I think there is a sort of guilt to admitting to dieting when people look at you funny and say, "you're so small". Almost like you have an eating disorder or you just have no business trying to lose weight. And the truth is, I am pretty small. But I'm not suffering from any misconceptions. I know how much I weigh and it's more than I'd like. Two and a half years ago I weighed 98 pounds and my mom was threatening to take me to the hospital. I was just really active that summer. And stressed out, and living on my own with no dishwasher (hence the lack of interest in dirtying dishes by cooking). I was underweight then and I want to get to a place between that and where I am now.
So far it's been tough but I am a beacon of will power. I am doing really well and I feel good about it. Of course, that hasn't stopped things from floating into my head at all hours of the day. Things like burritos and cookies and Krispy Kreme doughnuts. The great thing about ww is that they do give you room to indulge in things such as those, just as long as you factor it into your whole plan.
The not so great thing about ww is that I feel like while I may be keeping within the right amounts of food per day, I don't feel like I'm eating the right things. I've been eating a lot of cereal, oatmeal, and bread with jam. What about protein and fruit and soy milk and juice full of vitamin C? What about my cholesterol?
See? Stressful. And you know, I feel very out of the loop because I haven't been able to catch up on my blog reading lately and the longer I go without reading someone's blog, the more entries are there to be read once I do pop in. Do me a favor, don't write anything for a few days, o.k.? Let me catch up. Also? I can't even tell you how many times the phone has rung while I've been writing this. It's days are numbered and that window is looking awfully inviting to it.
I know that I am not overweight. In fact, I think there is a sort of guilt to admitting to dieting when people look at you funny and say, "you're so small". Almost like you have an eating disorder or you just have no business trying to lose weight. And the truth is, I am pretty small. But I'm not suffering from any misconceptions. I know how much I weigh and it's more than I'd like. Two and a half years ago I weighed 98 pounds and my mom was threatening to take me to the hospital. I was just really active that summer. And stressed out, and living on my own with no dishwasher (hence the lack of interest in dirtying dishes by cooking). I was underweight then and I want to get to a place between that and where I am now.
So far it's been tough but I am a beacon of will power. I am doing really well and I feel good about it. Of course, that hasn't stopped things from floating into my head at all hours of the day. Things like burritos and cookies and Krispy Kreme doughnuts. The great thing about ww is that they do give you room to indulge in things such as those, just as long as you factor it into your whole plan.
The not so great thing about ww is that I feel like while I may be keeping within the right amounts of food per day, I don't feel like I'm eating the right things. I've been eating a lot of cereal, oatmeal, and bread with jam. What about protein and fruit and soy milk and juice full of vitamin C? What about my cholesterol?
See? Stressful. And you know, I feel very out of the loop because I haven't been able to catch up on my blog reading lately and the longer I go without reading someone's blog, the more entries are there to be read once I do pop in. Do me a favor, don't write anything for a few days, o.k.? Let me catch up. Also? I can't even tell you how many times the phone has rung while I've been writing this. It's days are numbered and that window is looking awfully inviting to it.
