today i feel: rumbly
today i'm hearing: bishop allen -- the broken string
today i'm thinking: i feel better already!
today i'm hearing: bishop allen -- the broken string
today i'm thinking: i feel better already!
You know, considering the fact that I've had this since 200..2? I would've thought I'd get to this point sooner. Meh.
Hello, all you beautiful people! It's a beautiful, sunny day here in Carbohnduhlay. It is currently 36F. We're in a heatwave! Today, I began my first classes as a junior undergraduate (somehow I got extra credits that bumped me up a semester), and I'm feeling pretty good about the situation. My English teacher is delightful, and we're reading books mostly by authours I'm at least familiar with (Shakespeare, Machiavelli, Freud, etc.). So that's pretty neat. My German class is looking difficult, and I'm excited about that. I get bored really easily, and I don't think that's going to happen. Dr Huth is delightful all the time, so class should be rather rocktastic. I start my other classes tomorrow and Wednesday, but I have no real fears about them. Theatre History is going to be challenging, but wonderful, and 20th Century American History is a lecture course. No worries there; except for threats of freezing in the lecture hall. Honestly, I feel like I've got a really easy load this term, despite the rather high course numbers on my transcript. Who knows; I'm kind of crazy.
Other things, however, are proving much more difficult than the impending school term. The first of which being: dieting.
Being home for a month or so brought some pretty terrifying thoughts to my mind, as it always does. One of these thoughts was the idea of me looking like my mother in thirty-plus years. Now, I love my mother very much; I do. It means I don't always have to like her. But despite all the love I have for my mother, she has developed some very unhealthy habits in the past couple of years. She works at a desk all day, so she doesn't get a lot of exercise. She doesn't like to cook, so she eats a lot of prepackaged, sodium-ridden meals. She has no motivation and it's really starting to show. I'm being delicate about this. My da, on the other hand, got on a health kick around the same time, due mostly to the poor health of his father. Da's always had a lot more motivation than Mum, and he's lost a lot of weight and keeps it off and he's looking pretty good for a guy his age. I'm very proud of this fact.
Now I look at myself: small and slight, with naturally decent dietary habits. I don't get a lot of strenuous exercise, mostly because of my asthma; but I like to ride my bike (which I just rescued from Tony's shed, huzzah!) and I walk everywhere and I'm a pretty active kid. But my good habits have taken a bit of a blow, due partially to stress and partially to dating a fast food junkie for six-or-so months. I would like to rectify this situation before it goes in a terribly downhill direction. So I've been doing a little bit of pilates and my walking habits are kicking into high gear (thank you, massive campus), and I'm doing a little bit to change my diet. At the beginning of the year, I was pulling a kind of vegetarian thing and was able to not only combat the so-called 'Freshman Fifteen' but to go in the completely opposite direction. So I'm hoping to stick to salads and soups for lunch and fish for dinner.
Chowever. I have found a flaw in my plan: I like to eat.
My appetite has decreased quite a lot in recent months. That's what happens when you don't really have time to eat. I'm having a similar, much less agreeable issue with sleeping right now as well. When I sit down to a meal, I have a hard time finishing an entire plate. But then, a couple hours later, I get hungry again. This doesn't really factor into the whole plan I've concocted for myself. Which is a.) frustrating and 2.) problematic. I have no delusions about needing to lose weight, but I do have my mother's thighs and some 'tone' would be nice, and I know you need to eat well to accomplish this kind of thing; I don't need Oprah to tell me that (not that I would let her in the first place). And while what I really want to do is whip out the bag of Hint o' Lime that my roommate has deemed 'icky' and go to town, I know that this would not be terribly healthy. Delicious, yes. In fact, it might still happen. I have very low resolve. But I'm trying to eat at least kind of 'real' food when I eat and hope for the best. We'll see how that goes.
On a similar note: Wal-Mart brand Easy Mac instructions are full of lies! I don't want my cheesy sauce soupy, you bastards!
My godparents gave me a snazzy rice bowl for Chrismukkah. It brings me so much joy, you would not believe.
2 comments:
Kiri, some info about eating:
It's better to eat 5 or 6 small meals throughout the day than 3 big meals. So it's okay that you don't finish a plate and then are hungry a few hours later. That's actually better for your metabolism :)
Stacy is right. Small spaced out meals. Fresh fruit. Vegables, as Piper would say (whilst avoiding them). Don't forget your proteins. Hey, I started my blog in 04, just before the elections (so I could make fun of W) and I've posted 681 times! Not counting the poetry blog, where I've posted 220 times. I wish I were more disciplined, however. When I was your age I kept journals in spiral bound notebooks (which I now have boxes of sitting around), and I tried to write 1000 words every day, and mostly did. Did I learn anything from it? I have to say, I did. Do you ever look at your old posts? I do, sometimes. and sometimes they make me cringe and sometimes I think, hey that's kind of interesting.
Kimb and I started on a serious health kick this year; work out every day, cut back on food and portions. Wish us luck. Oh, and if you haven't talked to Paige, you should. She sounded down and bummed out yesterday, but at least she is going to come see us this weekend. Her little sister is in heaven on that news. I hope you are well, yourself. And having a jolly time in s'outhren Illinois. I have spent my time there. My erstwhile girlfriend in the 70s, Janne, lived in both murphysboro and cambria with her husband in them days. A weird time for all, really.
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