But here I am, 3 months in, and I have ALREADY gained at least fifteen pounds if not more. Coffee Beans and Ninety-One were kind of enough to discourage this thought in my head, but there's no disproving facts. I wasn't exactly a skinny girl before, but I was a healthy one, and I know that that girl has made an unwanted exit.
I haven't been anywhere near a scale, but, as a former fat chick, I know that my weight is going in the wrong direction. Things are hanging and bulging like they shouldn't be again and, while the boys kept coming in September, it is beyond noticeable that I haven't had ANY attention from ANYone since late October... and he was very very drunk.
Don't get me wrong. I don't need guys to validate my appearance. But I do know that guys didn't go for me when I was overweight and they did when I wasn't... so I can do the math.
So the decision is made. Once I finish the food currently in my room (which I plan to make a very slow process because binging isn't going to get me anywhere), it's fruit and HEALTHY granola bars only. In meal hall, tomorrow I switch to water with my meals and a soup and salad based diet that I will stick with. Nothing that comes from a lady in a hairnet behind a glass plate unless it's REALLY appealing. Dessert is officially limited to ice cream on Sunday.
I will go for a walk every day unless it is raining or freezing or I am overtaken by work. I will buy a pair of sweatpants from the bookstore so that I can start going to Zumba with Lauren and Massachusetts. And when I go dancing, I will actually shake it, goddammit!
I want my curves back. Here we go.
