All week I've been really excited to post, and I'll admit that one of the biggest reasons I've decided to do this blog was to keep myself accountable to the world via the internet.
Unfortunately, as I am on summer vacation, my dieting this past week has gone mostly like this:
WARNING! HAS SOME EXPLICIT LANGUAGE
Yeah. AND! In case you don't believe in my utter failure this week, here's visual proof:
Like the action shot?
I know what you're thinking, and yes, that's REAL funnel cake. And you wanna know the worst part? I didn't even want funnel cake. I wanted an elephant ear. Laaaame.
Sigh. Aaaand, that's more or less been my week. If I was around people, I ate like a pig. When I was by myself, I was too lazy to actually make food, so I basically just ate sunflower seeds and Ramen noodles (Why, hello salt!) And as far as exercise goes, well. . . I was too lazy to make food. One of my great loves. So, I don't think I need to tell you how the exercising went.
My first failure happened when my friend Christen (LOVE HER!) came to visit me, and we went dancing. I was like "YEAH! Getting me some cardio!" Then we were like "Let's hit up McDonald's!" A crispy chicken sandwich and two burritos later, I had already failed for the day. Then, when my boyfriend came to visit, we ate at IHOP, not once, oh no. Not once. If I'm going to fail, I'm going to fail BIG. So, not once, but TWICE.
Some of you out there might be saying to yourself "Well, IHOP isn't that bad. They have all these awesome healthy choices". And you wise people, would be very right. And these wise choices were totally my plan. That is, until I walked in the door and my nostrils were raped with the mouthwatering aromas of eggs and buttermilk pancakes. I was a goner.
We picked IHOP because Sam had never been there. Obviously, that meant we MUST GO! As Sam and I (oh, yeah, Sam is my boyfriend's name. Internet, meet Sam. Sam, this is the internet)
What was I saying? That's right:
As Sam and I sat down, we were confronted with the dreaded menus. A nice little tid-bit about my life, as a chubby person, I have two gears: I could eat, and I'M STARVING. Yeah, by the time I set my eyes on that menu, I was the latter.
I only bring up this whole experience because it was excruciating. After my McD's run and my funnel cake, I was newly fueled with self loathing. I was NOT going to eat that much. So while my eyes scanned that menu, I was torn. I knew what I should be getting right away: the banana oatmeal. I mean, I LOVE oatmeal. And I LOVE bananas. So it was perfect, right? Well, one would think so.
Despite knowing what I SHOULD get, it took me an hour to order. That's not an exaggeration. Poor Sam. He just wanted his omelet and pancakes. The waitress, trying to do her job, stopped at the table so many times, that eventually, she just said "Well, when you finally decide, just wave me down" She was so nice about it. God bless her.
I was frustrated to the point that I just wanted to leave. Seriously. If it wasn't for Sam, I would have. Not to throw him under a bus or anything. So, after wrestling with the fat girl on the inside of me (who is progressively taking up more and more space), I got Red Velvet pancakes. And eggs. And soup. Aaaaand. . . a salad. That makes it healthy, right?
The next day, Sam wanted to go back and try a different flavor of pancake. I was weary, but I had a plan. I was going to tell Sam what I wanted, then go in the bathroom while he ordered. No more ridiculous amounts of food for me!
Yeah right.
I didn't hide in the bathroom, I once again made the biggest mistake ever: I looked at the menu. Those french fries looked sooo good. And so did the cheesecake. The rest is history.
:(
I think that face covers it all. BUT as I said, I'm still on summer vacation. As a student, a new school year is like New Years for me. Therefore, that's when I make my new year resolution. (Interesting fact, last year, it was to floss more. Nailed it!)
Anyway, I'm kind of waiting to REALLY start my diet/exercise routine until next week. I will be on the meal plan (they can't screw up SALADS!), and live right by a fitness center (almost always empty! No judgmental eyes for me).
Wish me luck.
BTW, my dad said he would buy me a funnel cake if I posted a pic of me eating it on my blog. Those parents, always being so freaking supportive! Love you Dad.
Oh! And for the record, the Red Velvet pancakes tasted like regular pancakes. It didn't have any chocolatey flavoring at all! Dang it! I SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN THE OATMEAL!!!
C'est la vie
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