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feeling: weee
listening to: Back to the Future Soundtrack - Heaven is One Step Away
I posted a big long blog a while ago, but Blogger ate it. >_< *kicks Blogger* Sooo, here is another one. 'Twill probably be shorter.
Small update on the "peeping tom" incident in my last blog... the next day, our resident advisor declared that from now on the corridor bathroom doors are to be locked at all times. I just hope it lasts this time. They've tried keeping them locked before, but residents would either prop them open or put duct tape over the locks until they became officially unlocked again. I myself was against keeping them locked, up until now - I mean, there are times when you really, really don't feel like fishing for your key and fumbling with locks :P - but I must say I'm all for it now. Being almost spied on, and possibly almost attacked, by a college male on the bad side of campus at 11:00 at night was enough to convince me. I'd sooner spend 5 seconds screwing with a lock than risk that again.
In other not-so-happy-but-better-in-the-long-run news, my diet begins today. No carbohydrates for the next 10 days. No pasta, no chocolate, no fruit, no bread, no Pocky. Arg. *weeps for hours* But, then again, I've allowed the past 5 or so years to completely gorge myself... I think I've satiated my junk cravings for a while. I tried to lose weight once... back when I was still in track. I lifted weights and did various other running-oriented exercises daily for 2 track seasons, and during the seasons in between I dieted, did small exercises and jogged the occasional mile to stay fit. Toward the end of those 2 years, I went on a pretty darn intensive diet for all of 6 months, all the while still running, lifting weights (enough to burn lots of calories, but not enough to make my muscles bulge beyond the normal bounds of my skin), and exercising and such. After those 6 months ended, I had GAINED 10 pounds. -_- And no, it wan't all muscle either. Fat does NOT turn into muscle if you exercise lots. Fat and muscle are two entirely different substances, composed of entirely different materials and elements, and exisiting for entirely different purposes. Anyway, yeah. That was depressing. So after that year, I quit track because I couldn't stand it anyway, and I gave up on all kinds of diets. And now, it's time to start disciplining myself again. I've let myself go for 5 years, and for most of the years before track as well. I can go without it for a while. I hear this is a diet that REALLY works, and works fast... and it's actually recommended that you eat the stuff that's legal in large amounts. My guess is cause that might help to make up for the carbos that the diet cuts out. Carbos are energy. Carbos are sugar, caffeine, all things sweet, all things that wake a college student up enough to get through the day. That's why I waited till the start of spring break to begin this... cause by the time I start next quarter, I'll be allowed to start gradually having a few carbs again.
But yeah. So today, I believe I shall have a big ol' bowl of chili (picking around the beans) and a side salad for lunch. And *shudder* water. Uck. I hate water. Don't ask me why. It's a thing I've had since I was born. I'm serious... I have a picture somewhere of baby me in the hospital, being held by my mommy, who is trying apparently unsuccessfully to give me a bottle of water, and my little face is all red and scrunched up as if to say "Ewwwwwwww."
Anyway. I go home today. ^^ Finally~ I already have Mitsu ready to go... his vase and rocks are clean and packed, along with his food and his little scooper thingy, and he's in his little transport bowl now, waiting with me for my folks to get here. Rather impatiently, I might add. He keeps trying to jump up and knock the lid off the bowl so he can hop out. Darn him. He put up enough of a fight when I moved him there from his vase, and instead of chilling out for a while, he's wasting energy trying to jump... he needs to calm down... I think I see a stress stripe forming on his side. ;_; He hates being in that little bowl... I hate having to put him there, but... what must be done, must be done. As it is, I only use it half as often as I should, cause he only gets a full water change every other week. Betta experts recommend a full change weekly. But, he seems well enough... just that the little holding/transport bowl, and of course the *dundunduuun* scooper, stress him out.
Ok, I'm gonna go get lunch now before my parents arrive. Not that I'm really hungry, but... ohh, I will be soon enough. I miss my Pocky already... *whimper*
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 3/21/2002 11:54:00 AM
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