Listening to: Vampire Weekend
Reading: Eating Animals
Playing: "find the life"....
Drinking: Starbux Starbux and then some Starbux
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.
In other news: whine whine whine whine whine. Sorry for being a pain.