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Jeff's sister woke me up with a text message that said, "What do you get when you cross a shitzu and a poodle?" I answered, "A shitpoo. And then that dog would have a puppy and that puppy would be shitpoo number two." Then I went back to sleep.
Psychology club meets in about an hour. I'm excited.
My family has been really hard on me about my weight lately, my mom especially. It feels like she's making some "don't eat that" or "suck in your stomach" comment almost everyday. I know she's just trying to help, but sometimes she just doesn't know how to help effectively. I told her three weeks ago, before a trip with Jeff's family to the lake, that her comments had made me so self-conscious about myself that I really wasn't looking forward to the lake trip. I'd be wearing a bikini a lot and she'd made me feel like a whale. She stopped for a while after that, but she's started up again.
She has no problem making comments around Jeff too, which is the worst. He took a stand against her this weekend at her birthday party. I don't drink during the week anymore, and I told myself I could have one beer with a small piece of chocolate cake (beer and chocolate is one of the best tastes in the world to me, I don't know why). Anyway, I asked Jeff if he'd please get me a beer, and my mom said, in front of everyone at the party, "I don't think that's a good idea. I won't say why in front of everyone, but you know why." I must have given her a dirty look because she tried to cover it up with " because chocolate tastes better with red wine." Then my grandma got on my back for giving my mom a dirty look. I was pretty much ready to give up, but Jeff said "No, we're going to have beer. Thanks, anyway." and walked right to the fridge to grab them. I was really proud of him, considering I was too hurt to say anything.
I'm just okay with how I look at the moment, so I went back to 24 Hour Fitness for my Turbo Kick Boxing class last night. My mom was coming home from work just as I was leaving for the gym, and she told me "Why are you going to the gym? Don't you workout at school? Stay home." Conflicting signals FTW! I was tempted to give her some smart ass answer, but it really wasn't worth it.
I'm going to start treating those classes like they're part of my school schedule in that I need to attend. I figure it should be that way, considering I have no problem getting up for school and I don't necessarily feel better about myself the next day for doing it. I go to TKB and feel better about myself immediately, so it should be a fixed part of my schedule.
Psychology club meets in about an hour. I'm excited.
My family has been really hard on me about my weight lately, my mom especially. It feels like she's making some "don't eat that" or "suck in your stomach" comment almost everyday. I know she's just trying to help, but sometimes she just doesn't know how to help effectively. I told her three weeks ago, before a trip with Jeff's family to the lake, that her comments had made me so self-conscious about myself that I really wasn't looking forward to the lake trip. I'd be wearing a bikini a lot and she'd made me feel like a whale. She stopped for a while after that, but she's started up again.
She has no problem making comments around Jeff too, which is the worst. He took a stand against her this weekend at her birthday party. I don't drink during the week anymore, and I told myself I could have one beer with a small piece of chocolate cake (beer and chocolate is one of the best tastes in the world to me, I don't know why). Anyway, I asked Jeff if he'd please get me a beer, and my mom said, in front of everyone at the party, "I don't think that's a good idea. I won't say why in front of everyone, but you know why." I must have given her a dirty look because she tried to cover it up with " because chocolate tastes better with red wine." Then my grandma got on my back for giving my mom a dirty look. I was pretty much ready to give up, but Jeff said "No, we're going to have beer. Thanks, anyway." and walked right to the fridge to grab them. I was really proud of him, considering I was too hurt to say anything.
I'm just okay with how I look at the moment, so I went back to 24 Hour Fitness for my Turbo Kick Boxing class last night. My mom was coming home from work just as I was leaving for the gym, and she told me "Why are you going to the gym? Don't you workout at school? Stay home." Conflicting signals FTW! I was tempted to give her some smart ass answer, but it really wasn't worth it.
I'm going to start treating those classes like they're part of my school schedule in that I need to attend. I figure it should be that way, considering I have no problem getting up for school and I don't necessarily feel better about myself the next day for doing it. I go to TKB and feel better about myself immediately, so it should be a fixed part of my schedule.