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March 24, 1998 -- I got another extension on all my projects and I got all my english work caught up and done. I just have C++ to do, and lots of it. Brian and I were going to hang out tonight and work on the big project a while, but he decided we wouldn't get anything done that way so he went home. I looked it over a while, drew some more planning stuff, cleared up yet another C++ misconception, then watche TV and relaxed my motor skills.
Brian just called and told me that he learned to play "The Trees" by Rush. Or is it just "Trees". I don't know. I don't really like Rush at all. I just don't like that grating voice. Grrrr. I'm proud of him, I just wish he'd learn a Tool song or too, just for variety and to keep me grinning when Rush gets to me and I've reached my Floyd RDA. I feel great lately, except for PMS and such. But I've had no appetite at all lately. What did I eat yesterday? Um...Pizza Hut personal Pan Pizza, 3D Doritos and Green Hi-C. Today? Small salad, a bowl of peaches, turkey and cheese on a croissant, and two glasses of milk. I noshed on Robin's Eggs, those Whoppers candies with pretty colored shells. This is where those of you resentful of the naturally thin should either tune out and skip ahead or face the fact that some people fight their metabolism in the opposite direction. I should take a vitamin and make a salad before I go to sleep. Time to start forcing myself to eat even when I'm not hungry. I don't want to lose weight anymore, I'd been keeping it up to 116 or so pretty well before and wouldn't want to drop let it slip any lower than that for health and style reasons (my clothes won't fit!). I was so happy with how an extra ten pounds balanced out my flat-chested bod that I bought size 9 flares (which I LOVE and where running abnormally small) as motivation to gain a few more pounds. I do have a bit of a chest, 34A...small but there. But it's one of the first parts of my body to lose weight. Being sick didn't help, and my bras are a touch saggy this week and those size nine flares are already getting cinched in to the fifth notch on my belt. Kristen really brought my attention to my skinniness when we went through the pictures I brought upstate. "Oh god! You're so skinny in this I didn't recognise you! You look anorexic! I mean, you're always skinny but this is emaciated!"She's got a way with words, doesn't she? But I was walking to school today and I felt my watch slipping around on my wrist. First impression -- I must have missed the right notch. On checking the watch: Oh man! I gotta eat more! So my watch is a set a little tighter than usual, my pants are cinched up snug but are starting to look a little baggy, and my ring in slipping around on my finger. This means war! I'll drink whole milk, and eat lard for a week. I'll run to school as soon as the weather warms back up, and I'll put on some muscle weight that I won't lose when my body gets pissy. Someday my metabolism will grind to a screeching halt and you'll all laugh at me because I'll be used to five meal a day by then. I'll be plump someday. I will look healthy. My pants will stay up and my ribs won't show. My rings will fit again. I will throw a party. You're all invited.
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