November, 28
This week sucked I hate holidays. Thanksgiving was this past week and I completly forgot. When people say that it's hard to diet during the holidays, threre not joking. My mom was yelling and kept handing a spoon of this or that, right at me or into my mouth before I could say no. Try this Melissa, how does this taste, is it to strong or not strong enough. Boy I could have killed someone. This is the only time I had no control over what I ate. She fed me tons of turkey, stuffing, potatos, and corn. Not to mention the apple pie I just had to try. She said I was looking thin and when I smiled and replyed thank you, I realized it was oviously the wrong answer. She put her hands on her hips and kinda grouled at me. Hey what are mothers for.
This is the only time I see the rest of the family. My uncle Nick and his son Jeff. My grandma and grandpa Clark and of course my mother and I. It's not a big family. My dad left when I was a baby so I don't even remember him, and My mom was to busy with her job and me for another husband. I guess some people are okay with just having there life be the same all the time and not doing anything exciting.
Grandma and grandpa brought me chocolates, yes these are my worst enemy and I just love them but I tossed them straight into the garbage, after they left the room. My mother got mad when I told her I needed to run after we're finished eating. She pulled me aside and gave me this speech about company and how I should be nice and treat myself to a little something every now and then. After the "talk" she wanted me to just sit on the couch and watch the football game with them. So I did the best I could. It's okay because I went to the bathroom within the first ten minutes and stuffed my finger down to the deepest spot in my mouth I could reach. It tasted so bad but felt so nice to know that all that weight wouldn't be added to my waist. I know it was wrong and I haven't done it since but I will admit that each time I eat I wish that I could just do it again. I promised myself that I wouldn't, and so I won't.
Other than that I have done really good and I'm still running and doing my sit-ups, so I weighed myself this morning and I lost ten lbs. I didn't tell my mom she thinks that if you lose more than a pound a day its not good for you. I think it's a good thing because I feel better than ever. I don't look like I lost ten lbs but I still feel very good. Okay, I"ll post again in one week.
