So I have been home for like 4 days and I have eaten, 12 little debby oatmeal cookies, 7 pepperoni sticks, butter, cheese, meat meat meat, chocolate, ice cream, and more bad stuff. I swear I am not going to fit on the plane when I get on it. I would estimate a 5-7 pounds gain, or at least that is how it feels. I think for me family stress, being home and gg's death is making me eat mindlessly, and it isnt even mindlessly, I continue to tell myself not to eat the way I have been eating but I do it anyways. I also had the worlds(or what must have been) biggest poutine, I feel large and in charge. I can't wait to get home and back into my own routine, I booked my flight for friday night and I am flying west jet again even though it is small, uncomfortable and it seems like the tv's never work. BUT I am really really happen to be going home, I get to see my best friend/ boyfriend, sleep in my own bed, drink out of my own re-usable bottle, run at my own gym, shower in my own shower, and eat the way I eat. The atkins diet sucks for me, it is really really fatty, salty and I feel bloated all the time. I havent been keeping up with my water either and I know that when I go back home, the elevation and the dryness of the climate is going to make me get huge headaches and I will be sad. On the weather note, it has rained everyday since I got here, I havent seen the sun once, NOT ONCE. My town that I live in, is the sunniest town in Canada, and I am certainly a sun worshiper, this was a shitty start to the summer, but I know that the sun won't fail me back at home!
I know you don't read my blog but if you are reading this than know that I miss you and our ugly brown bathroom, as well as your snoring.
Ok bloggers, I love you all, and I can't wait to share some good news with you eventually.