Musing.

I wonder if I'll eat lunch today like a good girl. Probably not. That means I'd have to make a lunch. Why do that? I've discovered over the past two weeks that I can go without it. I haven't progressed to anything more than that, though.

Breakfast is hard to skip, it's a habit and ritual so very much engrained in me. And dinner, well, mom would start to notice if I stopped eating dinner. It disgusts me. I used to be the one everyone expected to eat seconds, a lot. No more. I've learned. You don't stay healthy, or keep a moderatively healthy weight, when you eat too much, and especially too much of the wrong thing. Maybe that's why I haven't been to my grandparents house since about June. My grandmother tends to make a lot of food, and not exactly salads either. And my grandfather always goes "Do you want some more? Maybe some dessert?" Ugh. I love them, but how else am I going to control how much I eat?

It's harder now, though, now that my sister has moved back in with me and my mom. She's never had much of a healthy lifestyle. Smoking, fast food, pop, chips, ice-cream, and everything else bad in between. It's easy to see how she's overweight. Bad lifestyle. I've tried to avoid it. I've done pretty well, too. If I didn't love to ride my bike so much, I'd be in a worse situation. Of course, living with winter doesn't help that. I haven't been able to ride my bike since last month. Which sucks. Those first weeks after stopping I had such energy jitters, since I had no outlet for all that extra energy. *makes face* I've toned down, again, which isn't good. Not good to get stuck and familiar with a sloth life. But how else am I to work out? Treadmill? Loud, noisy, inconvenient treadmill. I don't know. I'd have to find a way to fit it into my day.

Create a habit. Difficult, let me tell you.

But I should be getting ready, right now, not typing. *rolls eyes* However do I get things done, if I'm sitting at my computer all the time? I don't know. Yeah, I don't know a lot of things. Sad.