BlodynAur
Full Member
I go through phases of following SW amazingly well and then other times, I pig out like you wouldn't believe. When I say phases, I literally mean every other week or so...
This time round, I'd seen a horrible picture of myself and had decided this was it, time to lose weight. I'd made a rewards chart and was so excited for it all. I managed about a week being good but then one day, the kitchen was an absolute mess. I should explain, I live in a student house with 4 guys, one of whom is my boyfriend. The other 3 are the messiest, laziest, most disgusting people I've ever met. Don't get me wrong, they're lovely to talk to and they're funny etc, but arghhhhhhh they make such a mess!! When they cook, they leave the pots and pans to rot on the side for ages (we have a damn dishwasher for god sake) then they stack the plates and cutlery with them once they're done!! The next day, they use more stuff while they still haven't washed the stuff from the day before, and then they begin to use the stuff that I've been washing as I go - meaning I have absolutely zero kitchen stuff to use.
I've tried buying my own stuff, but they use them too!! I'd keep stuff in my room but there's just no room for anything. I've cleaned their dirty dishes before just so that I could cook but it takes such an effort and why should I clean their stuff? And anyway, when I did that the whole kitchen was a mess anyway - I don't know anyone who likes cooking surrounded by horrendous worktops.
Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that all this lead to a takeaway. And then another. And another. And another. Before uni I was never a takeaway kind of person, but I'd also never lived in a place where the kitchen is this terrible. I can't believe I've had a takeaway 5 days in row!! FIVE!! The first night I was good, Indian takeaway - lots of rice, no naan or anything. But as the days have gone on, my choices have gotten worse. I'm currently sat next to a pizza box. Pizza Hut, cheesy bites, all to myself. I'm disgusted with myself!
Gah. It's bugging me more that I'm using the kitchen as an excuse. I know I could be eating healthy around it, somehow. It just takes more effort. Effort that I really should be putting into my health.
It's funny because the reason I chose to rant about this here was because I saw yet another awful picture of myself. But before you suggest it, I have put one as my background on my phone - doesn't seem to work. Motivates me for a few days then nothing...
Okay, rant over. I just needed to let that all out....
This time round, I'd seen a horrible picture of myself and had decided this was it, time to lose weight. I'd made a rewards chart and was so excited for it all. I managed about a week being good but then one day, the kitchen was an absolute mess. I should explain, I live in a student house with 4 guys, one of whom is my boyfriend. The other 3 are the messiest, laziest, most disgusting people I've ever met. Don't get me wrong, they're lovely to talk to and they're funny etc, but arghhhhhhh they make such a mess!! When they cook, they leave the pots and pans to rot on the side for ages (we have a damn dishwasher for god sake) then they stack the plates and cutlery with them once they're done!! The next day, they use more stuff while they still haven't washed the stuff from the day before, and then they begin to use the stuff that I've been washing as I go - meaning I have absolutely zero kitchen stuff to use.
I've tried buying my own stuff, but they use them too!! I'd keep stuff in my room but there's just no room for anything. I've cleaned their dirty dishes before just so that I could cook but it takes such an effort and why should I clean their stuff? And anyway, when I did that the whole kitchen was a mess anyway - I don't know anyone who likes cooking surrounded by horrendous worktops.
Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that all this lead to a takeaway. And then another. And another. And another. Before uni I was never a takeaway kind of person, but I'd also never lived in a place where the kitchen is this terrible. I can't believe I've had a takeaway 5 days in row!! FIVE!! The first night I was good, Indian takeaway - lots of rice, no naan or anything. But as the days have gone on, my choices have gotten worse. I'm currently sat next to a pizza box. Pizza Hut, cheesy bites, all to myself. I'm disgusted with myself!
Gah. It's bugging me more that I'm using the kitchen as an excuse. I know I could be eating healthy around it, somehow. It just takes more effort. Effort that I really should be putting into my health.
It's funny because the reason I chose to rant about this here was because I saw yet another awful picture of myself. But before you suggest it, I have put one as my background on my phone - doesn't seem to work. Motivates me for a few days then nothing...
Okay, rant over. I just needed to let that all out....