Meals

It’s 6:50pm…I am going to the gym again with Jennifer at 7:30. And I have yet to eat.

I hate eating late, yet this is a moment where I can’t really put blame on my mother. Albeit that we for such long period of time would eat at 5:30, perhaps 6pm the latest.

I need to cook more of my own meals, considering the restrictive meal plan I plan to use for my own health. Not that my mother cooks grease and lard. She’s actually a great cook, it’s just she cooks for an army, a la italiano, and expects each of us to eat like a one man army. *sighs* And it’s difficult at times to say no to the whole pound of succulent, breaded veal cutlets which steam with heat some six inches in front of your own plate.

My arms still ache…but I need to get in there tonight, Jenn has promised to do any exercise I want in the gym, in exchange that I do something for her.

Go to weight watchers.

Oh the horror…heh