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how much exactly? i don’t know .. mostly because i hate scales but i can tell by the way my clothes fit. also, my crazy, non-filtered family made sure to point out how “fragile” and “bony” i looked over christmas. now, every time i talk to my parents they always ask if i’m eating enough. every damn time.
and the thing is, i can’t win. when i gained weight, they noticed. and when i lost it, i still got criticized. i should note that this is mostly my dad and his side of the family - they are the crazier half, after all. i just don’t get what the big deal is? at this exact time last year, i had drank/ate/partied my way a size (almost two!) up and i wasn’t happy about it so these past 11 months, i’ve whittled back down to my old size (and then some) THROUGH CLEAN EATING AND EXERCISE. sue me.
campaign life was the exception to healthy living. hello, pizza/oreo/coffee/no sleep/no exercise diet. and despite all of the junk i ate (or didn’t), the 80 - 90 hour weeks made up for it. fast forward to unemployment, where i have nothing better to do than work out for 2+ hours a day (or browse pinterest for craft ideas). have i gone a little overboard? perhaps .. but i more than understand - thanks to my meathead boyfriend - that in order to exercise this much, i need to eat more too and i do! another contributing factor? less alcohol intake! WAY less alcohol intake. sure, i have a glass of wine during the bachelor and maybe 2 or 3 on date night but my social life overall, has slowed down so much (in a good way) that i, unfortunately, don’t find myself chugging PBRs on a friday night. nor inhaling the entire McD’s breakfast menu the next morning. in other news, i’m old.
anyway, sorry for the random post. i had a nice, long
argument chat with my dad yesterday regarding this whole issue. the man has no tact, i tell ya. and of course, i whined to my mom about it so she’s driving out to visit me this weekend. she may have joked about “fattening me up” while she’s here. i didn’t laugh. the end.