So my dad told me that as long as i'm living with him, I will eat what he serves or starve. But all my dad want's to eat it junk filled with fat and a load of calories! He doesn't care about me wanting sub sandwiches, though my mom understands. When my dad was gone this previous week, I was able to eat right because my mom agreed with me and was doing likewise, I think I was making progress and losing some weight, I don't know for sure though.
When my dad showed up Saturday morning, He wanted to go out and eat at a buffet, the worst place to go when your trying to diet. I couldn't sit there and eat one plate of food because my dad, we all should know him by now, would get offended and mad at me. So I drank milk and got 3 plates of food, not big plates though. I tried my best to eat right, but I hardly even saw anything healthy at the buffet! Then the following day I ate at Applebee's with my aunt and sister. I think I'm trying hard to lose weight, I just don't think I am doing enough, Maybe I am doomed to fail.
Friday night, when I had an amazing half-party, my mom made cupcakes and bought mini doughnuts. That was bad for me, not to mention she bought six 2 litters of pop, which only 2 I will drink. All these crappy foods are making me mad, really mad. There are so many foods that I enjoy, filled with crap, while there are so little foods I enjoy, filled with goodness.
I wish I knew how many calories, ect... were in the school lunches so I knew the best lunch to choose each week. Oh well, I hope to get my weight posted this week, my scale is officially dead. I will have to break down and see the school nurse (the humiliation), Oh well. I am willing to make the sacrifice, for the good of my health and the team. Haha, that was just cheezy.