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Friday, January 05, 2007
Angel got me a PlayStation 2 for Christmas. It's one of the best gifts I received this year. I just haven't had the time to relax and play with it. Yeah, I use it when I got home but I can't even enjoy it because I'm too tired. He's been really nice to me, I'm thankful that we're still together and that he truly cares. Sometimes I wonder why, because lately I have been very insecure of my weight gain. He always say that I'm a good person and he really likes being wit me.
Getting back in shape is really hard. I've been doing well last summer, I go to the gym, I can control my appetite that my body got used to it. My goal was to lose 15 lbs. more, and it's not just my imaginary thinking that I'm still overweight. I based it on the fact that I'm 5 feet tall and women my height should weigh about 100-115 lbs. So for the month and a half that I've been doing it, somehow I got fit and I was thinking that for another month or two, I can reach my goal. But it's so obvious now that I'm not there yet. One of the turning points was when my mom thought that I was sick in the head or something because I was eating less. She was nagging and using sarcasm that I should go ahead and kill myself and leave my family behind. I hate it when she does that. And now I look like this, and she was asking me how come I'm gaining weight again, and make jokes how big my stomach is. This is just plainly exhausting. I never win.
Spell casted @ 9:07 AM