STRESS!! AHH

As I was frantically trying to understand my sex/text reading assignment (Foucault has fried my brain) I began thinking about the correlation between stress and food.... as well as how the hell I'm going to get through this reading. The adjustment to college and even college life in general is full of stressors. I can't begin to tell you how messed up my sleep schedule is (I took a 5 hour nap today). Why do we turn to pigging out when we're stressed? And why is it that girls generally do it more? Which reminds me of my favorite pastime, eating my emotions with a huge tub of ice cream. Here's my opinion on the relationship between food.
FOOD=YUMMY
YUMMY=HAPPY
HAPPY=OPPOSITE OF STRESS
Therefore...
FOOD=OPPOSITE OF STRESS

What a surprise...

Followed my diet for only a day in a half. The food is just too good here! I wish I wasn't so picky about food and liked salad or spinach or something healthy. I suppose I'll have to try with the diet again this week so I can avoid making the same blog post about my failure. Even if I just stop drinking soda, that will be an accomplishment at this point, but don't expect much out of me.... wow I feel like Debbie Downer right now lol (not really laughing out loud, just chuckling to myself). Wish me luck!

The Final Supper

       Seeing that the world or at least the U.S. is absolutely obsessed with dieting and losing weight, I figure I might as well give it a try. I know the idea of blogging this sounds pretty lame, but maybe the fact that I'll be publishing my progress will motivate me enough to not screw up this whole "being healthy" shtick. I'm 5'5 and as for my starting weight... I'm so terrified of the scale I haven't checked in months, but I'll get on that. The goal: lose ten pounds. Will that happen? Most likely not, but it's worth a try! 

Since I want to start fresh in the morning and completely pig out today (hence, "the final supper" title), I'll start the whole diet and exercise crap tomorrow. Hopefully going cold turkey on my soda addiction won't be the death of me...