Blaaaargh
Stupidly enough, I never realized exactly how much time a 40-hour-a-week job takes up. I've never had a full time job before. Now, I'm lucky if I have enough time to myself to read a chapter or two of my current nerdy sci fi/fantasy book. On the other hand, I'm getting a decent amount of money. But still. My vacation to California is going to be quite lovely.
A week or two before I came home for the summer, I found out my entire family (well, my parents really, I suppose) was going onto Weight Watchers. Granted, none of us are obese, just mildly over a nice healthy weight. Or were, I should say. I joined the bandwagon, with the hopes of losing 20 pounds (I took the freshman 15 and ran with it :P) and am already halfway there. This is probably one of the easiest diets I could imagine, but it's still hard. I've had to give up a lot of favorite foods. For instance: My current set "point value" for one day is 22 points. Guess how much a large mac and cheese at Noodles and Co. is? 22 points. *sigh* And once I drop another 3 pounds, I'll be down to 20 points. I'm certainly happy to be losing this weight...but I do miss cheeseburgers and all sorts of breadish items. My dad already reached his goal (I actually think that I'm closer to my dad's weight than my sister's...yikes) and is as skinny as a rail now (he was starting to get a small beer belly last year) and I think my mom is about halfway to her goal, like me. Shaina lost a couple pounds without even trying, and she's skinny enough as it is. I didn't realize exactly how much weight I gained until I looked at my senior photos. I guess I never noticed how skinny I was cause I wore such baggy clothing. Alright, enough about that. Not a whole lot of people care about my dieting woes.
On the other hand, my parents have decided that the diet is off while we're in Cali. Meaning I'm stuffing myself with fresh taquitos. Mmm. Taquitos.
Alright, I'm tired, and I have to wake up at 7:30 to go to a weight-lifting class (yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm nuts. Or stupid. Or have a death wish). Who doesn't want to exercise at 8 in the morning on a Saturday after a long week of work? *groans* G'night, then.
A week or two before I came home for the summer, I found out my entire family (well, my parents really, I suppose) was going onto Weight Watchers. Granted, none of us are obese, just mildly over a nice healthy weight. Or were, I should say. I joined the bandwagon, with the hopes of losing 20 pounds (I took the freshman 15 and ran with it :P) and am already halfway there. This is probably one of the easiest diets I could imagine, but it's still hard. I've had to give up a lot of favorite foods. For instance: My current set "point value" for one day is 22 points. Guess how much a large mac and cheese at Noodles and Co. is? 22 points. *sigh* And once I drop another 3 pounds, I'll be down to 20 points. I'm certainly happy to be losing this weight...but I do miss cheeseburgers and all sorts of breadish items. My dad already reached his goal (I actually think that I'm closer to my dad's weight than my sister's...yikes) and is as skinny as a rail now (he was starting to get a small beer belly last year) and I think my mom is about halfway to her goal, like me. Shaina lost a couple pounds without even trying, and she's skinny enough as it is. I didn't realize exactly how much weight I gained until I looked at my senior photos. I guess I never noticed how skinny I was cause I wore such baggy clothing. Alright, enough about that. Not a whole lot of people care about my dieting woes.
On the other hand, my parents have decided that the diet is off while we're in Cali. Meaning I'm stuffing myself with fresh taquitos. Mmm. Taquitos.
Alright, I'm tired, and I have to wake up at 7:30 to go to a weight-lifting class (yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm nuts. Or stupid. Or have a death wish). Who doesn't want to exercise at 8 in the morning on a Saturday after a long week of work? *groans* G'night, then.