Here at Cabrini, I have a group of four best girl friends. Upon entering Cabrini freshman year, all of us were young and healthy looking with thin bodies and fairly healthy appetites.
Now flash to second semester sophomore year. All of us are overweight and the process of calling up Campus Corner has become almost a nightly ritual. McDonald’s has become our hangover cure mornings after a night of drinking and late night Minella’s trips have become a way of life.
What has happened to us!?
I never liked to think that living at home with my parents making the rules really had any bearing on how I was going to be living my life on my own.
I used to think my mother was just being mean and had no clue what she was talking about when she would tell me not to eat another cookie, or not to have another slice of pizza. With her, I would have to listen, because not only would she say “no” but she would take that damn cookie away as well. Now, I don’t have anyone telling me what to do and how to eat, and when to get off my lazy butt and work out.
Now, for the first time in my life, I’m overweight. And I’m really wishing that I listened to my mother once in awhile.
Last night, my friends and I sat around having a pity party while pulling out numerous pictures of ourselves looking hot in bikinis and looking just overall; thin, healthy and young.
We want to get back to that. But how the hell are you supposed to go back to that when were living in a place that is surrounded by pizza places, restaurants and diner with the most amazing french onion soup you’ve ever eaten and fast food places with french fries and extra value meals.
So, I guess this is the part where we grow up?
It’s been much easier to mature in other aspects of my lifestyle when it comes to partying and schoolwork. But hey, I love food, and there’s no doubt about it. And I don’t like turning down good food when it’s right in front of me.
My friends and I have tried crash diets, diet pills and working out. Although I’ll admit, we were more excited by the thought of working out and not actually the actual process of doing it.
So, here’s to hoping we mature and turn a little bit into our mothers, and realize what is best for us to be healthy again. Next stop: Weight Watchers.
Posted to the web by Ryan Norris