Yay, I survived a week. A WEEK SURVIVED I IS!
My cravings are almost completely gone. I glided through the cupcake isle and for once didn't start sobbing (true story).
I think you need to suffer through a week for your brain to go, "Ah, screw it. This bitch is too damn stupid."
Brain: 0. Me: 1.
My diet is totally on track, though I did have some Korean BBQ on Saturday and walked out in the middle of an Othello production. (You've seen one, you've seen'em all. AmIrightoramIrighthmm?)
I hope my drama instructor didn't notice the two empty seats in the back. Though come Monday and he asks me about the details of the play he might wonder why I'm focusing entirely on the first hour............................ ;<
I forgot to fast yesterday... I'll have to do it tomorrow and then Saturday.
Dairy is getting pretty damn old... (No pun intended. My fridge has some ancient yogurt that I'm pretty sure scientists can use to fund their research.) I think I'm over it ;D
The hardest thing is probably getting yourself to exercise for the second week, but somehow... I did it!
Ripped In 30, week 2 --which I like a lot better than week one.
For some reason I can do dynamic push ups and planks but regular push ups I can't... I think most of my strength is in my legs, not my arms.
Anyway, it wasn't that bad at all. I found it easier than week 1.
The Arab: OMFG, he's a complete psycho, which should come as no surprise considering he tends to get drunk, run around the halls and yell or put loud music at 4am, and then punch walls and furniture (fucking love Quebec).
This time he takes the cake. We called the landlord a few time already but not much has changed. He's like a dog that pisses on your carpet. He'll stop for a week and then he'll go back to his old days.
This weekend he put loud music at night and we were trying to sleep. Naturally we called the security guard as the landlord suggested. He came. Arab stopped. BUT THEN, once we fell asleep he started banging with what sounded like a hammer on his floor just to wake us up!!! As revenge?! Fuck, I don't even have a logical explanation for this, but he would do it, then stop and we'd fall asleep and then he'd do it again...
Augh! We can't move because we're dirt poor and stuck in a contract and the landlord probably won't evict him... I hate this city, none of this shit has happened to us anywhere... but here, it's one thing after the other. Bed bugs, TWICE! Drunken, inconsiderate people who instead of turning it down at your polite request just start acting worse... (second time...) all these fake, flakey people that pretend to be your friends... And god, even finding an apartment was incredibly difficult... people would either try to scam us or suddenly raise the rent or try to make a haggling war over some old furniture! Each time we were on our way to sign a lease it would turn out they gave the place to someone else and didn't bother mentioning it... it was ridiculous...
The problem is, the Arab kinda scares me. My bf is away most of the day and if he does get evicted he might do something... I don't know, maybe I'm just paranoid, but he's really unstable and this is Montreal after all... I just want to survive until we get out of here and that sounds just too good to be true, like something bad is bound to happen and fuck our lives over...
And I didn't use to be like this, but this city has me so demoralized and isolated I almost can't get my head around the possibility of happiness...
Anyway, /end sad rant.
Hope everyone else is handling things better!