It's official, I'm fat!
Actually, I'm not. I'm in that awkward in between phase, where you come home from vacation, step on the scale, realize you have gained... I kid you not... TEN pounds, and think, "Oh. Now I have to stop eating pie for breakfast."
So, I had a niiiiiice, healthy, 300 calorie breakfast that was mostly bread and dairy, and therefore good for me too. That leaves me with 1000 calories left to split between lunch, dinner, and munchies while I write my last paper of the semester. I will have to give away the little hostess pies from my snack drawer at work (which I'm SURE my co-workers will be absolutely devastated about as they clamor around my desk to claim their fair share of the spoils), and reign in the fruit 'n cereal bars. At least the Halloween candy has been gone for about a week now. Chocolate chips... yep. No more munching on those. Roommates can have them.
I should be back to normal in a month or two (assuming I can keep myself under control on Christmas vacation... Christmas Day totally doesn't count. I refuse to eat healthy on the most joyous day of the year). My goal is Monique's wedding. I shall be smokin' hot by that glorious day in a month and a half. In the mean time, I just have to embrace my newfound chunkiness.
It's really proving to be quite easy. Now that my zit is healed (seriously, +10 lbs AND a really big, swollen, oozing zit on the middle of your nose? That's one moment where all you can say is, "My inner self is still special to my mommy,") and I tried out some new makeup, it's easy to feel pretty. Little things help.
Liiiiike, for example, running into Cameron on my way to class today. He razzed me about missing class yesterday (I was in traffic, picking up Clarke, and then taking an exam. My freshman self would be disappointed, but understanding, I believe. My high school self would be horrified that I gave up the opportunity to sit next to Cameron for something as boring as an EXAM. Eek.) and we had a very nice conversation in which he spent the whole time giving me that look that clearly says, "I like her." I spent the whole conversation thinking, "You're eyes are prrrreeeettttyyyyy." Yeah... that was a very helpful little thing.
THEN, moments after I said goodbye to Cameron, I walked passed a random stranger guy, and he gave me a look. I have no idea what he was looking at, but it involved a smile... a genuine smile which didn't leave me feeling like I had something on my face that made him laugh. Can I just say, it's nice to be smiled at. It left me feeling all warm and fuzzy and liked by the universe... which has spent the past semester trying to grind my face into the carpet, so it was nice to be reminded that the forces of the universe are not completely sadistic. I think the smiling guy got a genuine blush out of me, but I can't be sure... and neither can he... because my face was pretty much pasty white with flaming red cheeks and nose anyway. Thanks, 2 degree weather.
So, thanks to the little things. More little things like finding out Chuck can sing (AND did a duet with Katharine McPhee), getting a new CD, watching Tangled with Lynnae, being able to walk to school in the snow, emerging victorious from an epic battle with the ice on my car, and realizing I only have 3 days of England history class left. My life is, without a doubt, AMAZING!
