I finally bit the bullet and decided to upgrade to a Blogger account. I feel like I just graduated Blog School and now I have to be an adult and get a blog on a website that doesn't suck as much as Freewebs. Eh, it was fun while it lasted, but I got tired of it eating my posts and having a shitty excuse for a social network.
I've been working on a master plan as far as the whole weight loss thing goes. I wanna commit to a year. I bet if I could go a whole year of cutting out (most) junk food, I could probably lose a lot of weight. Then maybe after a year, I'll be like "hey, that wasn't so bad!" and just keep going as opposed to counting down the days to my next bag of Doritos. I'm not planning on turning all food nazi or anything, I mean, that's just not me. I have little to no discipline as it is, so if I can resolve to just letting a slip-up be a slip-up and not turning it into a month of 10,000 calorie days, then I will be pretty pleased with myself.
Lately I've been pretty bad. It's mostly snacking and making bad choices. Like I ate a can of cashews at my desk the other day. When work was finally over, I reached for the lid to put back on the can and realized the damn thing had like 3 broken cashews left at the bottom of the can. How the hell did that even happen? The ironic thing is that I bought the can so I could have a small serving a day so I would stop getting my 2pm candy bar from the vending machine and I ended up eating like 10x the calories in that stupid Twix over an 8-hour course of mindless eating. Way to combat that afternoon snacking, girlie.
Gotta be more aware...
Moving on...this plan of action, per se. It's not starting until I get back from Texas. Sure, the adult thing to do would just be all "I'M STARTING NOW!"...but...no. I'm going home to visit my family next Tuesday and I'll only be there a week and my family is big on eating and I am big on eating and so I plan on eating big. I know it's probably not the smartest decision, but I'm being realistic. I'd rather not make another promise to eat better that I have no intention of keeping and then coming back home all pissed off and disappointed in myself. In the meantime, I will at least try to eat LESS, even if I'm not eating better. No more cashews!
I went into Casual Male XL this week to get some shorts for Jeff. I ended up getting myself a new Beatles t-shirt. I kinda hate shopping there because a) everything is outrageously priced and b) it makes me feel like people think I'm some butch lesbian who will only wear man-clothes. It's not my fault they don't make babydoll Ts in a 5X, dudes. I really wanted this Van Halen tshirt they had there, but the cashier guy said it only goes up to a 4X. What the deuce? Why?! Literally every other t-shirt in the store goes up to a 6X, so it didn't make sense to me. I guess it's true what they say...David Lee Roth hates fat people. Shame. Really. I tried it on in a 4X JUST to check, but it was too huggy on the rolls, so I passed. We'll meet again, Diamond Dave...we shall meet again. Also, WHY are there no mirrors in the fitting rooms at Casual Male? Are all male fitting rooms like that? Tell me, I wanna know. Ladies' fitting rooms have like 360 degree mirror coverage and guys get zero? You charge $32.50 for a tshirt and you can't afford to crudely hang at least one of those $4 mirrors from Wal-Mart in each stall? I demand equality now!
Welcome to my blog, friends. I'm gonna go do laundry now.