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11.23pm and all is dull
Well, after sleeping a ridiculous number of hours last night I gotup and went for a walk. I walked right around the park (all 3 sections) in under an hour, so I back tracked to go a bit longer. It was a great day out there, shame I slept through so much of it.
I realised today that I have a genetics exam in just under 2 weeks and still haven't arranged for time off work or done any study. If I fail its my own fault for being lazy.
Despite this realisation, my plans for tomorrow are still somewhere in between going out to Redcliffs for a hike in the hills all day and doing the washing followed by a couple of hours at the gym (like that'll happen). I know I should be clearing up my desk so I can sit down and study, and at most taking my books back to the library. I'll probably sleep till noon again, wash 1 load of clothes, which won't dry, and sit in the lounge, freezing my arse off coz I've used all the firewood, eating chocolate. HA!
No. I'm determined to at least exercise. Even if I get nothing else done all day I plan to walk for an hour as an absolute minimum. I have 1kg left to go to reach my goal weight and I want to get there this week if I can, but Sunday night's Pizza order won't help me here. FUCK! I really hate my family sometimes. It amazes me that they can see me make so much effort, spending so much money too, and getting this far and still they are intent on sabotaging it. I can't fucking eat dinner with them any more because they almost go out of their way to make it so high in fat that I either over eat wickedly or go home hungry. Next time they try that I'll make them pay my meeting fee!
Last time we had dinner with my dad my (skinny) older sister and my dad went nuts at me bacause I didn't want to eat the lasagne that my sister was making. I'd bought my own low fat version along so at least I was having what they were having, but that wasn't good enough for them. My younger sister (who's weight has yo-yoed as much as mine over the years) was defending me saying that I should be allowed to reach the goal I'd set myself, especially since it was a reasonable one. But this week it was my dad who suggested that we get the pizzas from spags coz then I could get the lamb one which we discovered was really low in fat, but my sisters both decided that we were going to have pizza hut pizzas instead...the highest fat ones on the menu at that. My dad won't understand if I say anything to him about it, he's a bit of a prick sometimes in that regard. I might have a quiet word to his girlfriend, since I think it was her influence that changed his mind this time. Otherwise I may just have to have it out with the sibs.
My day has been such a non-stop thrill ride, walk, phoned Paul, lit fire, watched TV, cooked tea, ate tea, watched more TV...when will the excitment ever stop...
I think I need to go to bed.
I realised today that I have a genetics exam in just under 2 weeks and still haven't arranged for time off work or done any study. If I fail its my own fault for being lazy.
Despite this realisation, my plans for tomorrow are still somewhere in between going out to Redcliffs for a hike in the hills all day and doing the washing followed by a couple of hours at the gym (like that'll happen). I know I should be clearing up my desk so I can sit down and study, and at most taking my books back to the library. I'll probably sleep till noon again, wash 1 load of clothes, which won't dry, and sit in the lounge, freezing my arse off coz I've used all the firewood, eating chocolate. HA!
No. I'm determined to at least exercise. Even if I get nothing else done all day I plan to walk for an hour as an absolute minimum. I have 1kg left to go to reach my goal weight and I want to get there this week if I can, but Sunday night's Pizza order won't help me here. FUCK! I really hate my family sometimes. It amazes me that they can see me make so much effort, spending so much money too, and getting this far and still they are intent on sabotaging it. I can't fucking eat dinner with them any more because they almost go out of their way to make it so high in fat that I either over eat wickedly or go home hungry. Next time they try that I'll make them pay my meeting fee!
Last time we had dinner with my dad my (skinny) older sister and my dad went nuts at me bacause I didn't want to eat the lasagne that my sister was making. I'd bought my own low fat version along so at least I was having what they were having, but that wasn't good enough for them. My younger sister (who's weight has yo-yoed as much as mine over the years) was defending me saying that I should be allowed to reach the goal I'd set myself, especially since it was a reasonable one. But this week it was my dad who suggested that we get the pizzas from spags coz then I could get the lamb one which we discovered was really low in fat, but my sisters both decided that we were going to have pizza hut pizzas instead...the highest fat ones on the menu at that. My dad won't understand if I say anything to him about it, he's a bit of a prick sometimes in that regard. I might have a quiet word to his girlfriend, since I think it was her influence that changed his mind this time. Otherwise I may just have to have it out with the sibs.
My day has been such a non-stop thrill ride, walk, phoned Paul, lit fire, watched TV, cooked tea, ate tea, watched more TV...when will the excitment ever stop...
I think I need to go to bed.