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So, my 4 month stint in the US gave me 9 extra pounds, which had me at 15 kilos of overweight for my size.
To be precise, I think it was the Trader Joe's Naan bread and beer bread mix and Wine Country Chicken Salad and Chocolate covered Pretzels and omg, the PB&J mixed nuts bag. Sweet baby Jesus, the pb&J nuts. And the Beer bread... *sob*. Plus, one cannot deny the fact that ridiculously cheap Starbucks and living in the Mission District in SF and my passion for Mexican food had their share in that development.
Nor will I deny that I would literally do anything for the person who could find it in their hearts to send me some of the aforementioned Trader Joe's contraband. I'm not a saint, okay?
Anyways, where was I? Right. My fat ass. So, I sigend back up at the gym, and I actually go 2-4 times a week depending on my schedule. You know: 30-60 mins of Cardio, some weight machines, some back-muscle training. The usual. Yoga and Pilates once a week.
Plus, I'm back to eating as I used to. Basically: tons of Salads, couscous, brown rice, steamed veggies. I actually like that stuff (though I won't turn down a Döner when it comes my way). If I had to eat nothing but various Salads for my main meals for the rest of my life, I would probably still die a very happy person.
Thing is, I am also not exactly wealthy. So money runs out. So at least one week in a month, I am forced to eat pasta with tinned pesto, or Ramen, or sandwhiches for days on end, because, hey, that shit is cheap.
This is the only reason I can THINK of why my weight hasn't budged a sodding bit in six months. I am more active than I've been in my LIFE (and enjoying it) but my fat ass refuses to back down, and I am at that point where that fact gets annoying.
I am getting into that emotionally dangerous area where I don't like to look at myself in teh mirror, which hasn't happened since I was 16 or so. And that can't be good.
Probably doesn't help that despite graduating with an A in Graphic Design two months ago, I have yet to secure a job.
Harumph.
In other news: whine whine whine whine whine. Sorry for being a pain.
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Don't get too down on yourself about the lack of a job either. That leads to bad things--when I lost my job last year, I gained 25lbs! I only JUST lost it all now. You're graduating in a crappy economy--just buckle down on spending for a bit and know for certain that it won't be like this forever. Everything has to change at some point.
Chin up, doll! You're fabulous!
I have the same problem in uni, this is the reason I put on 1 and half stone after going... but don't fret, once back on the exercise train the weight falls off... slowly, but surely. It always seems though the places you want it the weight to go the most tends to be the places it stays the longest.
Sods law I'm afraid :/
I have the saeme problem in uni, this is the reason I put on 1 and half stone after going to uni... but don't fret, once back on the exersize train the weight falls off... slowly, but surely. It always seems though the places you want it the weight to go the most tends to be the places it stays the longest.
Sods law I'm afraid :/
Secondly: You and I need to get together for reals, because if there's one thing on my body I cannot CANNOT stand, t'would be my fat rear patootey. So when we do meet (which would happen a lot sooner if I too had any sort of job or money coming in), we shall sit and bitch about our bums together, and talk about going to do something about it... but then watch the XFiles.
At least you're doing something about it, though. Exercise is tough to get going, so don't fret--you'll see results soon. And if not, know that you've got a mutual bitching partner right here!
(For realz, the lack of money is the only thing keeping me from signing up for LeakyCon right now. Maybe if I get meself a jorbs by February that pays decently? :-/ Oh economy...)
I really plan on it, but it all depends (as everything does) on whetehr I can get the money to do it.
It'd be so brillaint to go to the Park and the movie with you, not gonna lie.