(Apologies for the long post, folks! Apparently more wanted to come out than I realized.)
@kellyg2, I know how you feel! I have been somewhat lax about the gym lately. Are all your weekdays like this, because they were exactly that during high school (I have a much more reasonable schedule in college!) At least try to get those weekend hours in. Some is better than none!
I thought that coming home for break would make it easier to diet and lose weight, because I would have more time to exercise, but it's even more difficult to get myself down to the stationary bike when I have hours to do it. I procrastinate like crazy. Lately, I haven't really been exercising and went on a mini-vacation with some friends, during which I ate terribly (starch, cookies, ice cream, pizza, the works) and I'm trying to recover. Detox, that is. I exercised today, ate cereal, salad, and soup. Unfortunately for my diet, I have two more friends coming over for tomorrow, so I'm trying to figure out a way to eat healthily without seeming like I'm trying.
Does anyone else get comments from friends when they're trying to "diet" in order to lose weight?
My peeps are always pointing out that I must not suddenly develop anorexia. :l They support eating well, but I am careful to phrase it in a way that won't earn me a mass of statements along the line of "You're not fat" when I awkwardly had not at all suggested that I believed that. Maybe you guys got this too at your heavier weights, but my friends have always said that I was fine even when I was obviously obese. I hated those quick assurances. Rather than comfort me, they made me feel all the more self-conscious.
My two friends coming over tomorrow night are also close guy friends from high school, so there's that dynamic of me not wanting to be the signature insecure girl who only orders a salad. Does anyone else feel this way? It's not like it's a slice of tomato, am I right? I mean, salads can be very filling with the right ingredients!
On the topic of high school, my former math teacher recently passed away and I'm attending the memorial next week. I'm not particularly excited to see my high school classmates, since I've kept in contact with the friends I really valued, and had intended on visiting my favorite teachers in a few months when I'd lost more weight, but so be it. I hate to make the memorial a then-versus-now reunion, so I hope that I can find an outfit that is just as appropriate as it needs to be in order to show my respect. With my awkward shopping sense and big, wide feet, I hope it will work out.