An Ode To My Future Husband.

Ugh I’ve become really awful at writing in this blog. I have two weeks off of school and I feel like that means that I should be doing absolutely nothing. Unfortunately, ‘nothing’ actually translates to still working full-time, still waking up early to go to the gym, still running errands and everything else remaining the same in my life except for not having to do homework. Although the ‘nothing’ does translate to still using a cleaning service because I feel like even without homework, I still don’t have the energy to do thorough bi-weekly apartment cleanings.

So the reason I’m not letting myself take a break from the gym is that I’ve been on this losing weight kick which started around mid-January of this year and has been a LOT of work. I’m really jealous of those girls that can eat their body weight in food and still remain skinny with minimal working out. Or the girls that can be perfectly content with not eating more than steamed vegetables and brown rice. Or the ones that are naturally athletic and can run ten miles a day with as much effort as it takes for them to walk down their driveways to get mail from their mailbox. I’m so jealous that I want to punch them in their faces.

So for me to lose weight, I have been limiting myself to 1100-1200 calories a day (which as I mentioned before, is an ungodly low amount of calories, and I can easily and comfortably eat twice that in one meal), waking up at 5:30 am to run 2-3 miles outside every morning five days a week and then after work, on the days when I don’t have class, going to an hour of cardio classes three more times a week. This is a LOT of work. And my recurring episodes of tonsillitis are not helping the situation. There have been three separate, inconsecutive weeks since April 1^st when I had a fever, laid in bed, couldn’t work out for a week, and as a result, got upset and ate massive quantities of chocolate until I started gaining weight back. Damn you, stress and genetics!

All in all, I lost 15 lbs, and I still have a few more left to go. But honestly, I can’t even imagine having the time and effort to keep this up when I actually have a family and more work commitments. Really, this blog entry is just meant to be an advanced apology to my future husband for deceiving him with my current weight and becoming 50 lbs heavier post-childbirth. Oh, yeah. And for the fact that there will be a 50% chance that I pass my short, unathletic and excessive-weight-gaining genes on to our future children. Sorry, babycakes, there will be no NBA playing children in our future.  But probably some future presidents of the robotics club. Who will most likely get beat up on the playground a few times in elementary school too.