S, M, L

I've lost 1kg since starting uni. It's all that pecans 'n cream Baskin Robbins and chocolate fondue during the holidays. It made my body revert back to its old ways (ice cream after school... every day for like three months in year 11) so that not eating regular crap made my metabolism go cray. With that 1kg loss, I'm officially over halfway to my goal weight with 4kg left to lose.

But enough of that. Sometimes, I eat breakfast at 6.15am and am honestly hungry by 8.45am. As in, grumbling stomach, abdominal pains, desperate attempts to stall my hunger by trying to not think of food then ending up thinking about food... a lot and counting down the minutes until an acceptable lunchtime (12pm so I can sustain myself until 5pm). My breakfasts are not small either. I eat the most breakfast out of everyone I know. When I see people's paltry little bowls of cereal or singular piece of toast, I cry a little inside. My bowls of oatmeal are literally double the normal serving size. I have no regrets. I love oatmeal.

I have nothing to do today  because I stopped taking notes for lectures. It's freaking fantastic but I feel mildly guilty for doing so little work this semester compared to all the semesters past. But less guilty than I would have last semester. It would be wrong to start studying for exams now, right? Har har, end of second week... I'm a freaking chump.

Without having to take lecture notes, I've managed to complete all my GP placement tasks, finish both of my Psychology of Healing essays (800-1000 words each so not much of an effort) one and three months early respectively, start getting serious about my cardiovascular clinical skills exam in two weeks (normally, I leave it until the weekend before... then fail) and alter two pairs of jeans and two skirts.

I bought a pair of $7.50 maroon jeans from Jay Jays during the holidays and thought they were freaking fantastic because they were high waisted. Except that when I tried them on at home without the enthusiasm of being mid-shop, I found they were too big. I took to the internet and found this amazing solution; thread elastic through the waistband. It worked. They sit super nice and flush against my waisty area without the gap at the back. It's a miracle.

One of the skirts I altered was a super cute maroon skater skirt that I wore for Prosh. I only wore it once, having bought it during the summer holidays. I went to wear it to uni the other day and found it a size too big. Humble brag? No, because it's a size large and everyone else I know is a size small. You know, it's actually so discouraging to have to buy size large things because large implies... well, large. It's not medium; medium is average. Average is good. It's not small; small is especially good because it means you are smaller than medium which is smaller than average. Everyone wants to be smaller than average (unless you're a penis). But large is... large is bigger than medium which is bigger than average. No one wants to be bigger than average (unless you're a penis... and even then, you don't want to be too much bigger and scare away the ladettes).

It occurred to me when I had to start buying size large instead of medium (1/5/12) that there wasn't really a size above large offered by my usual haunts. Occasionally, a size extra large is offered but not that often. Which meant that if I put on any more weight, I'd have to start shopping at City Chic or solely K-Mart. That was a pretty scary moment for me.

This post was hardly meant to revolve around weight or clothing sizes but it's come to be just that. I know I'm not projecting positive thoughts for other people who might be overweight or size large. I'm, in fact, condemning size large and saying it's bigger than average. But this is how I felt/feel. I can't change that and I won't disguise it behind words like, "But I was fit at size large!" I wasn't unhealthy but I still was shocked to see myself in full body pictures and overreacted every time anyone said anything about my weight or appearance.

To conclude: it's lunchtime.

J