It’s usually not so bad to live at home with parents still, you don’t have to pay bills or really worry about money unless you have a family who really struggles financially. However, it is bad when you are trying to lose weight.
My parents are overweight like myself, but at least mom and I try to change ourselves.
My stepdad is a different thing, sometimes I swear he doesn’t want to lose weight. He is always trying to taunt me with food and always brings home unhealthy food.
Yeah, I struggled with weight all my life, but when I moved here to live with him because my mom remarried, I gained more weight. Any junk food you can think of, we had it at home. I know , I know, “you don’t have to eat everything in the house” I was nine. I had unlimited amount of junk food, what do you think I did? That’s when my weight loss became almost impossible.
Sadly, mom sometimes fails me too. I know losing weight is a personal thing, but it’s hard when your parents only buy unhealthy food and when they start cooking bad food.
I really sometimes wish I could buy my own food, but I know that I can’t afford it, nor can my grades afford me having a job, I tried it and I failed 2 classes, and as a straight A student, I couldn’t have it.
I hate myself, I do. Not because I hate how I look, but because I always give up as well. Not this time. I cannot, I can’t afford to.
The past few days I’ve been doing 50-150 sit ups a day. I will continue to do this and I will try to increase it.
Last night two of my friends stayed with me. They were hungry at 2 am and are Mac and cheese, eggs, pork chops and hot dogs. If you didn’t read my first blog, all my friends are skinny or just slightly “plus” sized (16).
I fought against the urges and didn’t eat anything, all I ate was a kiwi because it was just calling out to me.
This morning, I did not fight my urge to indulge, mom made pancakes and I gave in. That’s not too bad, right? I hope not.