updates

OK, so I bailed on the 5k race today and decided to wait and run a few in PA this summer. I'll convince a friend or two to run them with me. :)

Yesterday, at the gym, I couldn't figure out why everyone kept giving me funny looks. Then, I remembered that I had the word "ORPHAN" written across my chest. That explained it. If I hadn't spent 4 years at Messiah surrounded by "Orphan" T-shirts every December, I, too, would probably oddly glance at someone wearing an "Orphan" T-shirt.

Provo is growing on me, I admit it. I kinda wish I was sticking around for the summer, but I also know that it'll be good for me to go home for a bit and change the scenery. We all know how terrible I am at staying in the same place for too long. It eats at me. Plus, I miss my friends and family back home. I need to see them for more than 3 hours out of a week at home.

I miss guitar...I kinda put it aside since Brian hasn't had the time to help me learn any new songs (or work on the ones he already taught me). Once again, I'll start that back up when I'm home, once all of these books are read, this paper is finished, and my things are packed.

Well, that's about it for updates. If you're a PA reader, please know that I want to: go hiking, go to Hershey Park, go swimming, watch fireworks, go to concerts, go dancing, watch movies, play games, play tennis...if you're up for any of that - you know how to reach me :)

juniors section

Today, I bought two shirts from the Juniors section. I can't begin to tell you how exciting that was. I thought the Juniors section would be long gone for the rest of my life.

I'm registering to run a 5k next Saturday. 3 miles, I can handle it. I'm hoping to run a couple races over the summer.

Hmm, I shouldn't have baked those brownies today. Tomorrow, I give them all away :)

I love how my blog has turned into a journal of my weight-loss battle. I just want to be healthy.

i hate genetics

and the fact that my family didn't teach me how to make healthy decisions when I was little. I hate the fact that letting me collect all of the TY Beanie Babies in Happy Meals was more important to my father than worrying about my health and the effect it would have on me later in life. I hate the fact that now, despite how hard I work and how well I eat, I'll never be small. When did I let media and American societal views get to me? I'm not really sure, but point being, I don't like what I am. I want to change. I'm trying to change. I feel like I'm getting nowhere. It's been 6 months and I can't get over that 15 lb weight-loss hump. I want, more than anything, to lose the other 15 lbs. I'm just stuck. I've plateaued.

Anyway, no point in getting discouraged. Just gotta keep pushing myself.