Ok... the first part... totally my own fault. Well... most of it anyways.
And before anyone asks... Orlando was FUN!!! Loved it... loved it... loved it. Not somewhere I want to live... and most DEFINATELY NOT on the beach (I hate beaches with a passion... spent thirty minutes on it... and I've had enough to last me a lifetime)... but just around the place. Universal Studios was a blast. Loved the Universal Studios Florida... though... all those 3D show/rides ended up driving me up the wall. I don't like things reaching out at me... especially not with guns or sticks... so yeah. But it was a ton of fun.
I started out fine with the whole travel thing. Despite the fact that my mom refused to let me pay for, or buy (despite it being literally 1 dollar more expensive) a healthier option for lunch. But I was doing well. Family wasn't going along with it... but I was OK with that... I'd try and make it work...
Then... we went to Golden Corral. I did have a salad... but I don't like nuts... and the ONLY meats they had out were totally deep fried. So I had that. And a tiny bit of dessert. I don't think that was the bad part... it was afterwards. We left the next morning for the beach house. And... that was fine. As soon as we got there I was EXHAUSTED. I hadn't had a chance to REALLY sleep since... well... quite a while. We'd been moving and moving and moving ever since Wednesday morning. So it was nice to be able to sleep. But... I was woken up... and I'm the kind of person who... well... isn't all there for the first two to two and a half hours after I wake up. So... they woke me up for dinner. Still half asleep and thinking I still had a hamster named Harry Potter... I wolfed down a burger, a ton of cheezits, probably two cans of diet soda, and something else... don't remember what. Not quite because I wanted them... but because they were there... and it was something for me to do to try and wake myself up.
And about an hour after that... still in lala land... I went back to sleep. And woke up again... ate again (once again... stuffed my face), watched some TV (half asleep), ate a little more, went to the beach for about thirty minutes, came back, ate lunch, slept. Woke up again, still the same day... ate some more then went to the pool. Slept at the pool. Went back to the house. Ate dinner. Watched a couple shows with a couple snacks... went back to sleep. Woke up again... ate a little more, packed, tried to go back to sleep but was dragged to the car where I gulped down probably two more diet sodas (by that point I found them disgusting... but I just kept drinking), then ended up back at my mom's aunt's house (we had been staying with her for all of the time except for the two and a half days we were at the beach house). Then while we were there a huge dinner was made... and because I was just kind of sick of myself... I ate a lot again. Yeah... haven't you noticed... genius here.
So... in short... went WAY off track (at least... I'm pretty sure I did... with all that sleeping... I'm not completely positive how much I really ate... or didn't... or... anything. I had weird dreams where I'd eat breakfast or lunch... I dunno... everything's a blur). And didn't even have a chance to exercise with all of that sleeping. I did walk around and swim some at the beach and the pool... but apart from that... at the beach house... it was pretty much just sleep and eat. Needed the sleep... didn't quite need all those tortilla chips and cheezits (though... I have to say... looking back... I didn't eat as much as I would have a little over a month ago... but still... more than I should have anyways).
And then I tried to eat less the rest of the week... but was kind of in a whole "still exhausted... this is what is served... ok... why not" kind of mindset. Until the plane. Then I was thinking back... "oh... crap. I was supposed to have run twice or thrice this past week... I didn't even run at all!" and so on. I need a book. And as soon as I got home... I got on here... and asked on the Calorie Counting forum about good books for me to look at getting.
So yeah. And here I am... I weigh in tomorrow... so I'll see what the damage is. I had lost three pounds... now... probably gained it all back... but... never know.
But... to my second point. I don't get my parents. One moment they are all "yes... this is great... we'll do anything we can to help you"... and then they're telling me I can't get the healthier meal option... even if it was cheaper ($8 for Sweet Tomatoes vs $12 for Golden Corral). I mean... at the beginning of the week, in the airport... my mom took me and my older brother to go get lunch since we neglected to get anything at home. So... we went to this little food court area... he got something from Wendy's or something (don't remember where), and I wanted to get the sandwhich from Starbucks... that 400 calorie thing... and I know I probably wouldn't have finished all of it... since I would have tried to savor it because it wouldn't have had a bunch of strong flavors (I like bland foods... I know... I'm weird like that). It was around $6.50 including tax. Nope... WAY too expensive. But... according to my mom... the store over had a "healthy" food choice. To get JUST A SANDWHICH, it was $5.50 including tax. 550 calories of NASTY strong flavored sandwhich that my mom made me eat? And I wasn't even allowed to go buy the other thing WITH MY OWN MONEY?
I dunno... I just don't really get their logic. I mean... I can understand if it was just a saving money thing... and I do kind of understand that they don't want to go to one place, and then go to another just so I can have my "special" thing.. but when all my mom serves for dinner is Mac & Cheese and burgers... with the "vegetable" being tater tots... umm... huh?
I dunno... just... any ideas of how I can get my parents on track with me on this? I'm seventeen... I'm really not allowed to go out and buy my own meals... I've asked, I've even pleaded... nope. I have to eat what I'm served. It's confusing me because they say they'll help and do whatever... and when I ask to get more fruits and veggies... a few mandarin oranges, a bunch of bananas, lettuce, and tomatoes just don't cut it. And that's all they get. Oh... and some peppers that they fry up and are ONLY to be eaten as the fried food.
I do have only one more summer with them... but then I'm with my grandparents... and my grandma loves to cook... but it's stuff like brisket, and very strong flavored foods... and like I said above... I like very watery bland foods... strong flavor makes me feel sick... and I end up wolfing it down because I'm trying to avoid that flavor in my mouth... I'm weird... I'll be happy to admit it. I do have issues... but... how can I get my parents to work with me on them... instead of serving me all these high calorie foods (and only that am I allowed to eat), and then making comments like "I thought you were calorie counting, why are you eating that".
I'm just all confused.