I just had a hot dog, and I'm trying to figure out how many calories that entailed...let's see: hot dog, bun, onions, relish, mustard...? I give up, so I'm guessing, it was at least 500 calories. Sadly, I also had fruit for breakfast (100 cals), a protein bar for lunch (190 cals), and more fruit and carrots after work (250 cals?), so that brings me to *gasps* 1040 calories. That's terrible! Fortunately, I'm going to work out in about five minutes, and I'm planning on an hour on the elliptical and then weights for at least 30 minutes. HOPEFULLY, that repairs some damage. Why can't I just be less squishy?
In all honesty, I think I'm nearly as small (and I use that word loosely) as I was in high school. I've been wearing jeans from my senior year that are baggy, but I think they were baggy then as well. I remember distinctly that they weren't baggy when I bought them, but when I stopped eating, they turned into trousers. It's odd that even now that I'm losing weight, I feel like a giant. I don't think I ever won't feel huge, and I think I will always have it programmed in my mind that I am a whale.
My coworkers already noticed that I apparently "don't eat" within my first week of working. In my defense, however, I always eat lunch while I'm there...sure, it's coffee and a protein bar, but last time I checked a protein bar was in fact food. Therefore, I eat. I'm not sure why I'm the one who gets hounded for this when plenty of other people sometimes skip lunch. Perhaps, I'm just the most consistent and clearly have an intense love/addiction to caffeine, but I still eat. When one of the guys asked me one time (joking) if I was anorexic or bulimic, I laughed, said no, and explained that if I was then I would be skinny...sad life. I am in no one category so it's a good thing I don't like being categorized, but why can't I at least get the advantage of not being a drooping body of lard?
Life sucks. Why do we put up with it every day?