losing wait.

it's funny how it's always in between relationships that i really lose weight. i know it makes sense because i'm single, trying to find a guy, trying to impress. but why does my self-care depend on my relationship status? am i losing weight while i'm losing wait? am i losing weight while i wait for the right guy?

weight is such a famous topic among women. either about why we can't lose it fast enough, why we can't lose it at all, why it's so hard to even begin weight loss, why it's hard to continue and why it always seems easy to end. kohana and i were talking about calories and how there is an endless struggle to negate the calories we so easily and happily ingest throughout the day and how painful it is to shed just as many calories. take me for example. each day, i actively shed about 250 calories on my 2.5 mile walk/run. whenever i do so, i always think of the calories i usually ingest for lunch, a can of soup for about 190 calories. i tell myself, hey, at least i just burned off what i ate for lunch and then some. but then what about my breakfast, dinner and the snacks and delishly forbidden stuff i put in my belly in between all that? unaccounted for, i tell you. so it becomes this neverending war between what i put in and what i shed. and you know what, input always exceeds output.

and ironically, all this was a discussion that took place over boba and tea, which i'm too terrified to know the calorie count of, because i know it just negated a few days of exercise in one long sip. but it was one long yummy sip.