My Family vs Weight Loss

See, it would be really easy for me to blame my weight loss slump on my parents. My parents think that all of my physical ailments can be solved by eating more. But the truth is, I lost weight easier when I lived with my parents because my food choices weren't up to me. I couln't go out and buy things. I told my mom what I could eat, and she bought it, so every day I had access to good healthy food and didn't have to worry about paying for it myself.

Hell, she bought me lobster!

But the truth is, I'm so lazy when I'm on my own, that I either do one of two things; starve all day and binge at night, or buckle down and do what I know I need to do. The second one is so much harder during the winter, when I have to really make myself get up and eat lunch rather than just stay at my desk and continue working. During the winter, it's cold as hell and I don't want to go out and work out. I have to put forth extra effort to fit a workout into my schedule, considering the fact that I literally only have three hours of free time once I get home. From six to nine, I've got to take my shower, make dinner, eat it, and at some point, spend time with my husband. If I tried to squeeze a work out in that time, I'd have to trust him to make dinner, and make sure that I took my shower once I got home.

Also, I'd have to brave the cold, AGAIN, to go to the gym.

Why can't things be easier? I hate living in this climate. I love my DC, but holy god do I hate the weather. There's got to be a better way to manage my time, but hell if I can think of one. It's gonna be rough until the weather is in my favor again.

Day 20

Well I'm halfway done! Today I am making a vow not to eat any junk food that just so happens to be vegan. I do not want to gain weight during this whole fasting thing. I know I've said that about a billion times, but I'm saying it again because I keep eating things like spaghetti. I really need to cut that shit out or I -will- gain weight, and with the wedding now four months away, I can't afford to do that.

My goodness, 4 months?? It's insane! Yesterday, Willy and I went shopping for wedding things. We bought all of our invitations, the programs, and started putting together things for our centerpieces. All of it has to fit in with the metal theme though, which is making things a little difficult. The most important thing is that we make sure that the colors fit. Red black and white. My idea was to use black vases with white ribbons on the necks, and then put red flowers in them. The flowers are really going to be the most expensive thing, here. That and the food.

Luckily, we're getting help from our parents. Their names are on all of the invitations. We also registered for the mens' tuxes, yesterday. The groomsmen will be wearing black and red. SO AWESOME.

Cold day, today. Not enjoying it. It really doesn't feel like a Monday. Feels like it should be Sunday..

Snow in our nation's capital

Washington DC is known for having some of the worst traffic in the world. It's not a surprise, we're one of the most powerful nations in the world, and DC is where all of the important decisions get made. Until I was in high school, I don't think I understood the culture of this place. Washington DC is a highly political area to live in, and I didn't start loving that until college. Now I'm all over politics, and I absolutely drink it up. I don't know what it is about politics that makes me excited, but it's pretty cool.

Now that I live in Virginia, in a place about forty five minutes away from DC instead of the old ten, I'm finding that my culture has changed a little. People in my neighborhood are very suburbuan, which is nice, but not my style. I live in Manassas, so it's still very urban and fast-paced, but not so much as what I was used to. The metro rides, the newspaper reading in the morning, seeing congressman on a daily basis, that used to be what made my day special. Now I listen to the news on the radio in the morning, and I get the feeling my roommates think I'm kinda boring.

I don't mind so much, being boring. I think I'm anything BUT boring, but everyone needs their boring hobby. Mine is politics and reading.

Well today, ladies and gentlemen, it snowed. It snowed a teeny tiny bit, but enough to cause one of the most important cities in the world to come to a trickle as traffic backed up for two hour long delays. I can only imagine how people from other colder regions must see us; we're weak, we're cowardly. A few flakes of snow and all life stops?? Imagine that happening in Alaska.

I'll be honest, I hate snow. I hate being cold. The very idea of being cold makes me upset, and when I feel cold I'm so miserable I shut myself down. I wear coats and gloves in my office. I keep my heater on in my car so much it fogs the windows. I just was not made for this cold climate, and that makes me feel very strange, because everyone else seems to cope just fine. Nobody else is miserable, nobody else seems to care. What's a few inches of snow but a traffic delay? To me it means something else.

And man do I hate it.