Woha, weight!

Jun. 16th, 2008 | 05:56 pm

Yesterday, I moved back to my home town for the summer. Today, I decided it was time to check my weight (because I don't have a weight where I live in Bergen).

Well, holy crap, I somehow managed to gain 5 kilos in three months. Fine, I've been lazy and gorged on unhealthy food, but I've done that before and gained max one kilo.

Strangest of all, I can't really see where I've gained weight. My trousers are slightly tighter, and I can perhaps see that my belly's a bit bigger, but that's not enough to warrant five kilos!

So I'm puzzled, but have decided to cut down on the sugar, eat healthier, and get more exercise; all in an attempt to get back to my ideal 60 kilos.

*sigh* I hate that the metabolism slows down the older you get.

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Reason #98735698756 why I love JKR

Apr. 8th, 2006 | 03:43 pm
mood: sad sad
music: Tori Amos - Icicle

For girls only, probably...

The rant is so full of good points there's barely room for her lovely writing style. However, while reading the part about the magazine and the young star, I couldn't help but think about a friend of mine from class. She eats like a horse, wants to gain weight, but remains really thin. One of the most hurtful things you can do to her is accuse her of having an eating disorder. But then, thin as she is, she's still larger than a lot of celebrities (Lindsay Lohan, Nicole Richie and Teri Hatcher comes to mind).

I wish we could live in a society where being healthy was the most attractive thing. But I can't really make any statements about this, because that would make me a hypocrite. I want to lose weight. I want to look like my friend. And I wanted to cry when I saw I'd gained one kilo since last I weighed myself.

I wish it didn't matter. I wish I could believe that people would still respect me if I gained ten kilos.

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Babies, school and exercising

Nov. 19th, 2005 | 02:12 pm
mood: mixed mixed
music: Damien Rice - Amie

Yesterday, a girl I've known since we were small gave birth to a little baby girl. It's so strange to think that someone my age is now a mother. I know I could never have managed, but she's always been a very strong person so I'm not too worried about her. I just hope the child is healthy, since it was born several weeks early.

It's been a while since I posted here (heh, two weeks), but there just hasn't been a lot of stuff happening. Just a bunch of school stress. We have three projects due before Christmas, and one of them includes a 15-20 minutes speech in front of the class. Not exactly looking forward to that.

Last weekend was the school Autumn Party. It was arranged by the second years, and my sister was one of those in charge of the stage-show. This consisted of a series very amusing skits: parodies of tv-shows, ads, etc. Especially funny was a parody of goths and satanists (part of a skit about stereotypical teenage groups), where the girl playing the satanist stomped around stage talking enthusiastically (in a very satanic manner, of course) about the saw she'd gotten hold of. The goth was complaining about how she'd woken up that morning, and the sun was shining, and her mother had baked buns and made cocoa! XD It was hilarious, and I really am not doing it justice. I laughed so much I had tears in my eyes.

The Autumn Party meant I got to dress up in my long, wide skirt, curl my hair and play with make-up. Which I loved. I really am too vain for my own good.

So I've started exercising a bit more, just to try getting in shape. I'm trying to establish some healthy habits, so that I stay active also after finishing school. I have to admit to being perhaps a bit too scared of gaining weight. And I guess I can thank my mum for that, for her ever stressing about being healthy and exercising and never letting the weight-scale slip upwards. >_>

What's annoying is that one of my main motivations for exercising more (aside from an honest wish to be healthier) was being able to eat chocolate and drink Coke without getting a bad conscience. Well, now I exercise more, but I still feel bad for eating candy. Meh. Why couldn't I just have inherited my mum's pre-pregnancy metabolism? She could eat whatever she wanted and still stay thin. A girl in my class is like that too, and I can't help but be envious of her, when she can eat whatever she wants without worrying about gaining weight.

Then again, she says she wants to gain weight, so I guess no one's really satisfied with how they look.

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