New Year, Old Drama?
First thing's first. As happens after every holiday season, I feel like shouting from the rooftops that you cannot have gained SOOO MUCH weight over such a short period of time!!! Honestly, someone actually tried to tell me that they literally gained 10 pounds because of one particular Christmas Dinner.
Did you really eat, and have your body process to fat, 35,000 extra calories on top of your daily minimum? I didn't think so.
Proof: According to the scale while I was home in Guelph, it could have seemed that I'd gained 7lbs. But it was an ~*illusion*~! After only 2 days of being back at my preferred dietary habits, all of a sudden, that 7lbs vanished into thin air! And it had taken a few friends with it. It was water retention and the amount of lousy food I was eating (not with my family, they were eating really well! U Weightloss has some great meal plans. It was with my friends that I was eating poorly...).
Also, something I need to get out, I'm ticked at myself for how I've been trying to manage things. I need medication for a lot of things... asthma, acne... and it's like walking around on stilts. But then, I get so used to being able to reach the metaphorical top shelf that when I take those stilts off, I'm surprised when I can't reach it any more. And that's stupid of me. But I just really hate being dependent on those damned stilts!
Anyways, I've been trying to put together a kind of "The Year in Retrospective", but I'm lousy at remembering things chronologically, so it's tough for me to do it right... Plus, I've been reading a lot more than just the past year...
As has become increasingly obvious from re-reading my journal's archives, my brain has blatantly rewritten much of my history into a narrative that makes sense, but is in no way actually accurately representative of the documentation available on those situations (as our brains are all very apt to do).
It's clear that I've been a thoroughly lousy person, and for that I apologize. To those simply reading about my exploits as much as to those who suffered through them first hand.
I was such a pre-Ramona Flowers Scott Pilgrim.
Scott Pilgrim was a douche.
I mean, the whole story is about him learning how to be less of a douche... so... ya.
True say.
Did you really eat, and have your body process to fat, 35,000 extra calories on top of your daily minimum? I didn't think so.
Proof: According to the scale while I was home in Guelph, it could have seemed that I'd gained 7lbs. But it was an ~*illusion*~! After only 2 days of being back at my preferred dietary habits, all of a sudden, that 7lbs vanished into thin air! And it had taken a few friends with it. It was water retention and the amount of lousy food I was eating (not with my family, they were eating really well! U Weightloss has some great meal plans. It was with my friends that I was eating poorly...).
Also, something I need to get out, I'm ticked at myself for how I've been trying to manage things. I need medication for a lot of things... asthma, acne... and it's like walking around on stilts. But then, I get so used to being able to reach the metaphorical top shelf that when I take those stilts off, I'm surprised when I can't reach it any more. And that's stupid of me. But I just really hate being dependent on those damned stilts!
Anyways, I've been trying to put together a kind of "The Year in Retrospective", but I'm lousy at remembering things chronologically, so it's tough for me to do it right... Plus, I've been reading a lot more than just the past year...
As has become increasingly obvious from re-reading my journal's archives, my brain has blatantly rewritten much of my history into a narrative that makes sense, but is in no way actually accurately representative of the documentation available on those situations (as our brains are all very apt to do).
It's clear that I've been a thoroughly lousy person, and for that I apologize. To those simply reading about my exploits as much as to those who suffered through them first hand.
I was such a pre-Ramona Flowers Scott Pilgrim.
Scott Pilgrim was a douche.
I mean, the whole story is about him learning how to be less of a douche... so... ya.
True say.