I have a lot to say this post, so bear with me.
First of all, I would like to recognize the anniversary of the death of my sister. It was five years ago yesterday that I found her in her room. She had a seizure, her heart stopped, and could not be revived. I was a junior and it was the first day of my spring break. My mom was dying of cancer and I really didn't think life could get any worse-- until that happened. She was about a month and a half away from her 24th birthday. Yesterday, I spent the day with my sister's best girlfriends. It was a little weird, but okay. We ate baked chicken breast coated in barbecue sauce and mashed potatoes, two things my sister loved. We drank wine and looked at pictures. In the morning before that I went to mass and breakfast with my father; the day turned out to be beautiful-- warm and sunny. It's still hard, but I know she's in a better place.
Switching gears, I got my rough draft back! It's "near perfect." Woohoo! Now I just need to figure out what questions to ask for the methodology section of the paper. Oh, and contact persons to answer said questions or survey, if you will. I have a 10 page paper that's due in a few weeks so that will be interesting. Good thing next week is spring break, hopefully I'll be able to do some research for it and possibly get it written. I still have to tweak my topic for the 20 page paper that is due two weeks after the 10 pager... eeshka.
Now for fat camp-- and I hope I don't offend anyone with that term. I stole it from a friend of mine who is also doing WW. It's a funny name for something I try and take seriously. I'm really happy because I've finally been getting myself to the gym. And something happened to me the other night. I'm tired of being sort of looked over I guess by the opposite sex. As vain or shallow as this sounds... it sucks. What sucks even more is when I'm out with my "hotter" friends and they're all getting hit on and I'm just there. Anyway, it might not be the best reason to get healthy, but if it kicks my butt to the gym then I'll take it for now. It feels good to work out and eat healthy, but I feel almost like I've gained weight the past couple of weeks. It's extremely frustrating. The good thing is that instead of giving up, I keep pushing forward.
Lastly, I'd like to say a big CONGRATULATIONS to my friend-sister Lauren for completing a marathon yesterday. I'm so proud of her! One day, we will run a race together I just know it!
Have a great week everybody!
1 comment:
Hey giiiiirl! Thanks for the shout-out!! :-)
One reason I stopped weighing myself is because no matter what the number was ("good" or "bad,") I always freaked out. When I was really working to lose weight, I'd weigh myself once a week and it helped knowing that all the choices I made during the week leading up to the weigh-in affected the result. So if you slip up once, then make up for it by working out each day that week (or whatever works for you). You can totally do it! Change takes time, but it's worth it in the end.
HUGS.
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