G goes on a diet

OK. Food

You know, I used to binge on cake and cookies. Now I binge on cucumbers and frozen bananas dipped in dark chocolate.

Iron Man 3 

I don’t have school tomorrow, so a couple of friends and I are going to see Iron Man 3. I mean, Robert Downey Jr. Come on.

On worried though. I had a big snack after school (cheddar rice crisps, an apple and some of yesterdays supper) and I’m not in tip top shape emotionally so I’m not sure if I can trust myself to not buy a ton of, pardon my language, crap. I may buy some kind of salad and bring it I’m, but its a bit… Well, who eats a salad in the movies?!

Ive got my run tomorrow, and I walked for about 45 minutes (to and from school, walked my dog, the two dogs I walk for money and to my future college) but still.

This no calorie counting thing is hard.

Rain, Rain go away, I ran all over you today.

So it was pouring rain today, and like all good, normal, fit addicts, I thought: Gee, let’s go run 5km. Now.

So, I did. It was awesome. Some people I knew saw me and cheered me on.

Also, I stopped counting calories today. We went out for lunch and I had a sandwich and salad but then, I bought…an oatmeal cookie. Dun Dun Dunnnn. THEN because I was feeling good and because I wanted one, a mango smoothie. And for a moment I thought : Watch the calories, G. But then I realized that I didn’t give a flying f*ck about how many calories I ate. I was feeling good, healthy and wearing a shirt that had been tight a few weeks ago and that now fit me perfectly (so it was a school shirt. It still counts). So I’m deleting my myfitnesspal account. I’ll eat more than 1200 calories.

Post-trip Diet Mourning

The title sounds sad. It is sad.

Do you know how many Timbits I had? (Timbits, for those of you poor people who do not have Tim Horton’s, are doughnut holes. And if you don’t know what those are, I am deeply sorry.) I don’t even know how many Timbits I had. Do you know how many various types of Maynards candy my friends brought on the bus (8 hour trip, by the way)? More than I though existed. Do you know how may chip bags we went through? How much chocolate? How many— no. I have to stop,I’ll get depressed.

So yeah, my diet died. Murdered, by my trip to a Shakespeare festival ( we only saw on Shakespeare play and two musicals, Tommy and Toddler on the Roof. Why do they call it a Shakespeare festival?). To give myself a bit of credit, I did run on one of the mornings, around the hotel.

And prom is only a month away. So now its serious- dead serious.

These death jokes are really bad, considering my grandad died last week.

Morbid sense of humor…

Festival

I’m not stopping the smoothie-a-day project, but I’ll be at a festival with school this week, back on Thursday. I’ll see if I can find places to make me smoothies there and upload them via my friends phone, but no promises.

Thank you to all you lovely follower, rebloger and likers!

Smoothie-out!