Tuesday, April 19, 2011

123 lbs., or why you should never eat out with your boyfriend

So I went to the gym today.

I was going to go to pilates class, but I was early. So I went down to the locker room to weigh myself. Being a college student, I don't own a scale, so weighing myself at the gym is the only option I have. As you might guess, this gets a lot easier when I frequent the gym. Unfortunately, it's been a busy semester, and sleep has begun to win out over working out; junk food has trumped my formerly frequent trips to Trader Joe's; a boyfriend has meant frequent trips to not-so-healthy restaurants.

Long story short, I've gained weight.
A lot of weight. The most I've ever gained.
About 15 lbs. over where I'd like to be.

To most people, 15 lbs. doesn't sound like a ton. But when you are as short as I am--and that's pretty short--15 lbs. can be a lot.

So here is my second attempt at a workout blog. Every day, I'm going to attempt to do a couple things to make myself healthier, thinner, and happier with myself. Here goes.

This morning, I was going to go to pilates. I couldn't deal with being in a room full of skinny girls after my scale trauma, so I came home--to blog, to cry, and to do pilates in the comfort of my recently emptied living room (my roommate is transferring), while watching the Today show. For breakfast today, I'm going to have Special K. For lunch today, I'll have a Special K Bar and some V8 juice.

I WILL be better by June. Just watch me.