*Facepalm*

BAD AMANDA. *Smacks hand*

My last entry was all like, "Oh, I'm making a change, oh, I promise I'll update."

I should have known. I sometimes have the worst attention span... I'm a like child who sees tinfoil.

"Ooh, shiny!" And off I toddle, to go spaz around somewhere else.

Anywho. I digress.

My eating habits have once again become something horrific, though I did eat rather well while I was in Madison at G-ma's hospital bedside. So far today I have had one bowl of Campbell's Chunky Chicken Noodle soup, six Double Stuf Oreos, two sips of white cran-strawberry juice, a squeezy bottle of skim milk, and two oatmeal cream pies.

Clearly, I need to never eat again. Or at least cut out all that horrific junk food.

The yoga has been going well, I love it so much. And the crazy thing is, even with the shitty food habits and the infrequent exercise, I'm down to about 152 right now. Which is the lowest I've been in ages.

And to think... if I just shaped up my habits, I could probably start losing that weight in earnest.

As is, we had the first snowfall today, and all I could think of was wanting to walk in it. Unfortunately I have to work all day today, but if it's not incredibly frigid I might go for a walk after my second shift. As long as the temperature stays in normal range, I might be persuaded to not be a loser who does nothing.

So. Let's see how long it takes me to post next time. :P

My Blog? Update? Oh Shiz.

I really need someone to stand by me with a cattle prod, and then if I start to forget about this place, they can zap me.

"UPDATE YOUR BLOG HO"

Clearly, I have been lax in my updating. My bad yo.

I don't actually think anyone reads this, but hell, it's the PRINCIPLE of the matter. Word.

So. Had pop to stay awake and help my write my paper. = Bad

Did twenty crunches after my shower before work today. = Good

Hopefully I can learn from my past mistakes and actually make some progress here. I swear (and this time I'm going to *really* try), I'm going to be better.

Dude, I have to be.

I caught my body packing a bag the other day, and we're not taking a trip. So. You know. Gotta make amends.

Sunday/Monday Food Rundown

Sunday:

Lunch @ 1:45 pm (McDonalds with P)
-2 doublecheeseburgers
-1 6 pc. McNuggets
-1 lg. Coke

Dinner @ 8 pm
-Bowl of Frosted Flakes with skim milk

Overview: Not the best choices... should have probably not eaten so much at McD's, but it was the farewell meal with P and it was a Packers game, so I'll let it slide. Packers rule, LIONS SUCK! :D

Monday:

Breakfast @ 9 am
-Two pieces wheat toast with peanut butter
-Glass of calcium/vitamin D enriched orange juice

Lunch @ 11:30 am (now)
-Wrap containing 1 tortilla, 2 pieces turkey, small handful shredded cheddar cheese, 1/4 of a sliced green pepper, 3 slices of tomato, about a tsp and a 1/2 of ranch dressing
-Glass of skim milk

Overview: Doing a hell of a lot better today. After eating lunch, I'm going to walk back to campus instead of driving, so that will be some good exercise right there.

*Pat on back* Good job self.

I Haf Nanner Bread

My first baking attempt in this apartment was a huge success! There is nanner bread, and it is good.

I just had the very first slice, topped with butter, and it was superb. Now, I'm off to make a quick lunch, get ready for work, and then go be productive.

Today is looking like it will be a gold star day.

Update Schmupdate

Okay, so I suck at maintaining a good update pace. Now that I've admitted that, let us move on.

Since I've moved to Albion again, I think my eating habits have improved somewhat. I'm not skipping meals, and I'm even eating breakfast once in a while, which is a big thing for me. I did end up buying ice cream, Oreos, and pop, but I already feel guilty about that so I'm going to monitor how much of it I eat and keep from being a douchebag about the sweets.

Yoga completely and utterly kicked my ass today (who can bend like that?!) but it felt good. So much stretching and that goddamn downward dog kills my arms. I am a weakling, and this has only illuminated that.

I plan on trying to do 100 crunches a day, every day, until it becomes too easy. Then I'll move it up to more. I also plan on doing at least 5 minutes of jump rope. I didn't buy that jump rope for nothin'.

Only two more hours of work! Whoooooo...

Rub a Dub Tum Tum

Today has been a good day food wise.

Woke up around 10:30/11am so I didn't have breakfast. I had a medium sized bowl of cream of tomato soup for lunch with skim milk to drink, which, by the by, was delicious.

Had a caramel cashew cluster for a snack with my mom when grocery shopping, and about half of a Mountain Dew to drink. Which wasn't the best choice, but still, half a Dew is better than a full one.

And we just got done with dinner... one Cheddarwurst with ketchup and relish, some pasta salad made with rotini, cucumber, tomatoes, mozzarella, and Italian dressing, and more skim milk to drink.

In about an hour, we're going to have some homemade strawberry shortcake for dessert. Since I didn't have a ton of food for dinner, I think a small slice of angel food cake topped with fresh strawberries will be okay.

Not only that, I planned out an exercise schedule that should work for me and keep me from being discouraged.

Man, maturity is weird, yo.

Funny.

You know what's kinda funny?

When you realize that you've only eaten 90 calories all day.

And that you need to eat something, so you can take your Metformin.

And then you decide to have a container of pineapple in juice, which is 70 calories. Because you just don't fucking feel like eating anymore, and hell, your grandmother said you're losing weight, so clearly your standing in the family has gone up! At least you're not so much a fatty.

Oh, and it's extremely funny when you get into a screaming match with your sister because you won't pay for her papasan chair, when you bought your own.

And then it becomes funnier when she storms off in a huff and then her boyfriend berates you. Oh yeah, and said boyfriend is living with your family. And your sister is 18. And he's almost 22.

The laughter never stops when you realize that not only will your parents not give a shit about this, but they will laugh about it in said sister's room tonight, because clearly Amanda is an ungrateful bitch who won't pay for Abby's chair, and won't it be fantastic that she'll be going off to school again soon, and Abby will be only two hours from home so everyone can see each other all the time?

Please let these two weeks pass with a quickness so I don't end up hating myself and my family more than I already do.