Day 1 of 21: more RL than you can handle
Calorie tally: roughly 1500.
Breakfast: Cheerios.
Lunch: Chicken Caesar salad, orange, milk.
Dinner: 180-cal Powerbar, large Arizona iced tea, and a salad with chicken on it when I got home.
I did pretty well today--I did splurge and eat about twenty french fries when I went with two friends to the McDonald's (I had already eaten the powerbar, and wasn't hungry. Well, wasn't going to eat), but comparatively, that wasn't all that bad. I also went to the dress rehearsal for our Library Christmas show--I'm part of a student octet singing "Sleep," by composer Eric Whitacre. We're so going to kick butt over the weekend, next to the Barbershop Choir and the chorale filled with old people.
I finally got to have a voice lesson with this woman who comes in to train with the college-bound singers. She immediately told me what I feared she'd say, and knew she'd say: my breath control sucks. Which it does, so now I can motivate my lazy-ass self to work on it, since I'm paying fifteen bucks a lesson. I'm doing this for District Chorus, so I can hold on to my first(!!!!!!) place.
Oh, mom. I love that you are more concerned with the way I take care of my goddamn clothes and hair than the way I take care of myself. Do you care that I'm one of the best singers in my chorus? Do you notice that I rarely smile around you? No. You snarl at me like I'm seven when you find out that after twenty minutes of being in the house after spending eleven-and-a-half straight hours at school, I hadn't hung up the spare sweater and skirt I brought to wear to dress rehearsal. Oh, and when you're commenting on my ugly, chapped lips? They're chapped like that because I chew them when I'm nervous or angry or stressed. And that mostly happens when I talk to you.
Direct Mom Quote of Day (regarding hair when I didn't run the beauty pick through it to her satisfaction): "Do
people sit next to you? Do they want to be around you? Because I don't know about them, but I don't like to sit next to people who look dirty."
tl;dr My mom is filled with Christmas cheer, and also a side helping of batshit insanity.