Frustration

Goodness, I can't stand myself sometimes.

I neglected to mention this in my original message of my life, but I've been on a five month wight-loss endeavor. This one, unlike many others, has not been in vain. Within these 5 months I have lost 43 lbs, and plan to continue. I began with a BMI bordering obese and now I am safely in the normal category.

I would stop at this point, I am healthy, I'm able to tolerate my body, but the Hollywood bug has seem to hit me. Living only about 30 minutes out of Hollywood, the convenience is more than appealing.

I want to model.

Yes, I said it. It's superficial, it's seteotypical of a teenage girl, but I want to.

Not only this, as a bass player nearing the age of adulthood, I might want to join some groups, play some gigs.

I don't know, we'll see what happens, it's aside from the point.




The point is that I somehow gained 2lbs in one day.
After an awesome week of constant losing I was feeling quite confident until I saw an 8 next to two other digits rather than a 6.

I did go a little over board on protein boards yesterday, sigh.

Oh well, 20lbs to go.

Life otherwise? Hectic.

Todo List:
1. Get the class of 2011 to give up Chicken Katsu
2. Find a new DJ for Black and White
3. Find something for Tri-M to sell on Cultural Food Day
4. Have something for Tri-M to perform of members only night
5. Get in contact with a woman we want to speak for Amnesty
6. Get a job.
7. FINALS
8. Senior Ad

I'm going to go crazy. I'm already pulling out chunks of hair.
Bah.