Why is it that every time I start eating I find it necessary to over-do it? 😦 😐
This scares me! Because I can tell that by the time first semester is over in Maastricht I’ll probably be the size of a balloon if I don’t already end up that size by the end of August! *sigh*
Thing is with me, some days I can have the willpower of Hercules and then other days I’m as weak as Cookie Monster. Things are bad.
I know what you are probably thinking, she is so shallow, right? Okay maybe I am, but I really do have a fear of getting too big.
Growing up around boys mostly, despite being involved in gymnastics competitively, I always got teased by them, as well as other members of my family, calling me “fat girl”. Ugh.
That takes effect on a girl! And I think maybe they overestimated how tough I was or something probably. So anyway, after I quit gymnastics I became extremely health conscious. I’m talking yoghurt all day everyday, salads, oats,jogging, gym, the works. I even went through a phase where I counted calories and stuff. It was rough on me to say the least. Although I do eat junk still, it is always followed by extreeeeme feelings of guilt!
But I guess when I go over there, especially with the drastic change from hot tropical weather to ice cold temperatures, I’ll need to watch what I eat for sure and how much I eat, …..or find a really good gym.
But before I end this post, boys, telling a girl she’s fat, it can have more effects than you think! If I were you, I’d rethink before I comment. But if you must,
make it as subtle and , throw yourself in a river instead. 😀