Counting calories.

Now everyone, boys and girls, humans and aliens, have been on some kind of diet at one point in their life. Madonna, one very prominent alien in the community, is probably on one right now. People magazine pretty much advertises for diet fads. Paula Deen and her everthinning family are the subject to much contreversy as is their new motto eat fat, stay thin? Or is it be healthy, be happy? I frankly have no idea.

I haven't blogged in a while. One could say it is because of the ever growing stream of madness inside me, once I realized, aww hell I ONLY applied to seventeen schools. In actuallity it was more like 22, but lets not let the crazy overwhelm us. With all the stress of college applications, not to mention AP literature is like a shovel in your soul, you can tell I haven't been eating exactly healthy.

My parents constant encouragement in this area, has started my rebellion in this area, as I eat crispy chicken strips in my ever rebeillious stream of revenge. (On second thought my parents are pretty lucky if the worst form of rebellion I could think of was eating overly fatty foods). My parents have actually forbidden me from the growing stack of Thin Mints (I SUPPORT OUR GIRL SCOUTS!), that have piled in our fridge. Which obviously is a serious cause to call the cops on my parents. Because that has to be illegal.

Unfortuately, even though I maintain I am incredibly happy eating only fatty substances for the rest of my days, I still have the growing feeling that I could be getting a bit too big for my britches. So, even though I refuse to give up cheese, I am...wait for it...counting calories.

I know the amount of impressiveness is pretty sad. But there it is.

I may start posting my caloric loss. However as of yet, I am still too embarressed.