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September 13, 2005

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The damage from my eating over the weekend is a one pound gain. My weekends are killing me. That’s where I’ve been blowing it each week. It’s so damn easy to gain weight.

I got off to a great start today working out. I want to try and lose more than my usual two pounds this week. I have big plans for Saturday that could end up breaking the bank so I want to try and account for that ahead of time. I’m going to dinner and then a party at a new happening place in L.A.

The friend I’m going with is skinny, beautiful, and can eat like there’s no tomorrow without having to worry about it. It is a little tough when we eat together because she can really go to town. And have you notice that not too many people want to go to town alone? Without even realizing it (or maybe they do) they apply pressure to make you join them. I’m an easy mark and tend to fold quickly. I really never thought that I succumbed to peer-pressure but I guess I do. I don’t enjoy fielding questions like “are you eating” or “are you sure you’re eating enough” or being told that it’s a special occasion so “you have to eat the cake”.

Do people of the lesser weight have to deal with those interrogations? I’m hoping as I get thinner people forget about how heavy I was and stop doing that. I guess fending it off is part of this exercise too. I’m supposed get better at my responses to it. I’ll add learning that skill to my frikin’ infinite list of things to do.

I’m going to try and keep my eating to a minimum but I’m not sure I can be so successful with the drinking. I’m bound to be nervous. I haven’t been to a social function where I didn’t know anybody for a very long time. It has been even longer since I’ve been to a function where I look pretty good.

Posted by hopeful @ September 13, 2005 10:22 PM