I've been feeling on the down and hopeless side since my weigh-in, I'm really trying to fight this feeling of disappointment but it doesn't help that alot of things in life right now seem to be going wrong. I need a pick-me-up but I just can't think of anything exciting to do or get that I have time for or that I can afford.
Books usually do it for me but I'm already 3 days late in handing in my research review paper I really don't need the distraction of a book right now (finished the fear and loathing book). I haven't been in the mood to socialize or hang out except with my best friend whose having a worse time than me right now with her killer first semester of grad school. I'd like to have a spa day or at least get a massage for my aching body but I know I shouldn't spend that kind of money-I already have to buy a couple of graduation gifts.
So I resorted to the easy and dangerous comforting thing to do the last 2 nights, pigging out. I haven't had an all out binge fest or anything. The night of my weigh-in I hate half of a cheeseburger (it was a big burger) and some jack in the box macaroni bites. Last night I gave into to some fritos and rice with fried potatos (my mom's cooking), then a mini twix bar. This is all post-dinner. My mom has been noticing my pigging out lately and hasn't spared me of her comments "aren't you on a diet or something?"