It was like that time when we were moving old tables out of Red Lobster and it was pouring rain and we all got really wet, it was hilarious.
Remember that time during the Gilmore Girls party where we had quotes hanging everywhere and candy and stuff? Ugh, it was awesome.
This one time, at band camp... (just kidding.)
It's funny, just laugh.
Happy Turkey Everyone!
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
PLEASE don't hate me for this...
Ever since my freshman year of college I have kept a journal. Lately I've kind of let it go (probably because of this here blog) but I have, like, ten or more journals full of my scrawl and pictures and cards and song lyrics and lists. There was once a time when I enjoyed rereading my old journals. Now, when I read them, I stop after a couple pages to scream
SOMEONE SHOOT ME!!!
My old journals are so full of me, me, me, boys, boys, boys, and lists of what I'm going to eat/what I'll do for a workout because I'm "fat".
The sad part is that the "fat" part is still hanging around.
And what's even sadder is I'm NOT fat.
I am barely 5'3", and according to those ridiculous weight charts hanging out online and in high school health rooms across the country I'm supposed to weigh something like 110lbs.
I weigh 121, as of 9am-ish this morning.
All the way through college I struggled against anorexia, often losing the battle, and it still likes to come around to bug me. And those darn charts don't help because they don't take muscle mass, bone density or genetics into account. I managed to get down to 111lbs once in college, and everyone was worried about me because I did it by starving myself and I looked really ill.
Over the years I've learned to keep this issue to myself, as most girls I know would punch me for saying "I'm fat" outloud.
But today was a hard day for me.
I try to stay away from scales, but after my surgery was over and I was able to walk again and most of the muscle I had gained over the summer disappeared I weighed myself one morning and was shocked to find I had lost a good five pounds and weighed 118. At the beginning of the summer, sometime around April, I was in the 126 range and distinctly remember stepping on the scale one morning and being shocked and rather thrilled about 121 flashing in front of my eyes. Now, because I had been 118 a mere couple of weeks ago, 121 is fat.
This is me on Sunday afternoon enjoying a bridal shower.
I'm pathetic. Wouldn't you agree?
When you think about it, weight is a really stupid thing to be obsessed over. I mean, back in Renaissance times being heavy was the fashion because it meant you were rich enough to be overfed. Why can't we still be cool like that? But instead the world has helped to create girls like me, who are obsessed over weight and looks and feel as though we won't be liked unless we look like THAT.
Whatever THAT is.
I could rant about the liberal media and its effect on today's women, or about how men are the reason for this weight obsession, but honestly it's been ranted to death.
One of these days, I will post something more lighthearted. I promise!
Oh, and I made the rehearsal bouquet for my friend's wedding. :) Fun times!
Aaaaannndd finally a pic of me and my future husband (btw, I HATE the word "hubby", drives me nuts I REFUSE to use it EVER).
Yeah, we were kinda made for each other. :D Have a grrreeeat day!
SOMEONE SHOOT ME!!!
My old journals are so full of me, me, me, boys, boys, boys, and lists of what I'm going to eat/what I'll do for a workout because I'm "fat".
The sad part is that the "fat" part is still hanging around.
And what's even sadder is I'm NOT fat.
I am barely 5'3", and according to those ridiculous weight charts hanging out online and in high school health rooms across the country I'm supposed to weigh something like 110lbs.
I weigh 121, as of 9am-ish this morning.
All the way through college I struggled against anorexia, often losing the battle, and it still likes to come around to bug me. And those darn charts don't help because they don't take muscle mass, bone density or genetics into account. I managed to get down to 111lbs once in college, and everyone was worried about me because I did it by starving myself and I looked really ill.
Over the years I've learned to keep this issue to myself, as most girls I know would punch me for saying "I'm fat" outloud.
But today was a hard day for me.
I try to stay away from scales, but after my surgery was over and I was able to walk again and most of the muscle I had gained over the summer disappeared I weighed myself one morning and was shocked to find I had lost a good five pounds and weighed 118. At the beginning of the summer, sometime around April, I was in the 126 range and distinctly remember stepping on the scale one morning and being shocked and rather thrilled about 121 flashing in front of my eyes. Now, because I had been 118 a mere couple of weeks ago, 121 is fat.
I'm pathetic. Wouldn't you agree?
When you think about it, weight is a really stupid thing to be obsessed over. I mean, back in Renaissance times being heavy was the fashion because it meant you were rich enough to be overfed. Why can't we still be cool like that? But instead the world has helped to create girls like me, who are obsessed over weight and looks and feel as though we won't be liked unless we look like THAT.
Whatever THAT is.
I could rant about the liberal media and its effect on today's women, or about how men are the reason for this weight obsession, but honestly it's been ranted to death.
One of these days, I will post something more lighthearted. I promise!
Oh, and I made the rehearsal bouquet for my friend's wedding. :) Fun times!
Yeah, we were kinda made for each other. :D Have a grrreeeat day!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)