It just wasn’t doin’ it for me. I feel like the short length and 3/4 length sleeves made it look shrunken.
I didn’t weigh myself before I went. Part of me didn’t want to know because what if I didn’t reach my goal, but part of me (most of me) just didn’t really care.
Anyway, I’m back from the gluttonous 5 days in California, which included airport food (Chickie & Pete’s cheesesteak nachos mmmm), Subway, In & Out (my first time!), a full Italian rehearsal dinner (at a Bocce place [which was actually really fun!]), wedding cake, mucho wine, Burger King for breakfast TWICE (whooops it was close to the hotel haha), and much more.
The trip itself was so fun too. I got to see a lot of family I haven’t seen in a while, which is always nice. I got to see I’m so grateful I had the opportunity to go.
Anyway, when I got back from the trip last night (after a full day of travelling), I decided to weigh myself because I was curious. 158!!!
Only 3lbs from my goal of 155, which I totally could have actually made, considering how my eating was for the past 5 days. I like, can’t even believe I’m in the 150’s. It’s been so long, and honestly I haven’t even been doing much. I haven’t been exercising at ALL (which I actually really want to start doing), just not eating as much.
Whenever I see people complain about tumblr eating their posts, I always think “yeah yeah you probably just deleted it or something.”
But tumblr just ate one of my posts and UGHHH IM ANGRY.
I love being back on Tumblrrrrrrrr!
Anyway— my living situation. It is very up in the air right now and it is stressing me out so much.
The lease on my old apartment ended on July 25th (awkward date, right??) The plan was to move in with my boyfriend (who currently lives with his parents) on July 1st (because try finding a lease that starts on the 25th) after living with roommates for the past few years. We had talked about this a couple months before I planned to move out. About a month before we were going to move in together, he told me that he wasn’t ready financially. He was about to graduate and was still looking for a full time job (he currently has a part-time job), and he didn’t want to move until he found one, so he suggested I find a place to sublet for a few months to give him more time to job search. Which I did.
Fast forward to now. I’m starting the second and last month of my sublet and at the end of August, I am going to have to move again. Only, Nate still isn’t ready to move. I assumed we were living together so everyone I know who needed a roommate doesn’t anymore. I really don’t want to live with strangers from Craigslist but it seems that will be my only option because I can’t afford to live alone. I’m probably going to have to pay more for rent now too because I won’t be sharing a bedroom. And my boyfriend is still going to be living an hour away at his parents house for the next year. I don’t want to go another year only seeing him once a week, if that. I tried to convince him that we could make it work but he wasn’t having it.
So now, here I am. Come next month I have nowhere to live and no one to live with, and I’m scared.