Eating and Reality TV

At the beginning of my freshman year of college I was so scared.

I wasn't scared of not making friends.

I was not scared of making bad grades.

I was not scared of living on my own.

I was deathly afraid of the Freshman 15.

Perhaps you have heard of it? This is the supposed amount of weight that the average student gains during their freshman year of college.

The first thing I bought in my college town was not my books for my classes, it was not a new T-shirt to proudly display my love for the University, it was a gym membership.

I went to the gym everyday and worked my little heart out. Rain, Sleet, Snow, I was there.

I am here to tell you I gained around 20-25 pounds that year.

It was not muscle weight. So please do not tell me it was, it bothers me when people say that.

See the problem was I would go work out for hours, and then go back to my dorm room and satisfy my working out with lots of food.

I didn't know how to balance the two.

So, my sophomore year I met a cute Indian, we went out to eat every night and I quit working out.

I lost all the weight.

Every pound I gained, I lost, by eating at McDonald's with that cute boy.

For the rest of my college experience I was too scared to work out because I was afraid I would gain weight.

Well recently I have started to feel sluggish, like my heart needs a little pick-me-up.

Sitting at a desk, followed by sitting on the couch doesn't seem to be doing much for my heart and blood flow.

In fact I remember feeling 'winded' after climbing some stairs the other day.

Well you all know the story, Luke and I are doing Jillian's Shred.

And once again I am gaining weight. I am working out and I feel better, but yet my pants, are getting tighter (and I will reinstate it is NOT muscle weight).

This could be because after I started doing The Shred Ihave started eating a lot more lately

I do not do it on purpose, I think its a mental thing. Because I'm working out, then I subconsciously start eating more.

On Saturday I had 3 hot dogs for lunch, with Salt and vinegar chips. THREE HOTDOGS.

What kind of person eats three hot dogs other than a 13 year old boy going through puberty?

Surely not a 25 year old girl whose metabolism is slowing down at an incredibly rapid pace (quite ironic)

So I am trying to figure out whether I should stop working out to help control my eating, or just try to learn self control.

Self control is hard to learn.

I do want to say, the hot dogs were actually turkey dogs, so atleast I am thinking along the lines of healthiness.

On to reality TV:

Did anybody watch The Amazing Race this season?

I won't give away who the winner was, but I have to say I was very happy!

If you did watch it did you think that red headed girl was the meanest girl ever? I don't remember her name, but if you watched it you know how I was talking about.

I would LOVE to go on The Amazing Race.

What Reality show would you want to go on?