So... somehow I thought taking this time off between jobs would be... relaxing somehow... yeah, I'd be cleaning house... but I figured I could handle that, I'd have the house mostly to myself, I could watch my lameass cartoons and just get some cleaning done... also, I could try some new recipes, read some of the things I'd been putting off (like Marvel Transformers... fuck I need to finish reading that.)

Well, no. As per usual, 'relaxation' is a myth in my household, and pretty much as soon as I was out of work my dad asked me to go on a diet with him. As a 'condition, but... not really a condition' kinda wobbly man way of asking for help. Me? I'm a softy, and I love my dad, so I agreed. So now, my relaxing vacation is made up of 'You can't have carbs or sugar' which is, you know, awesome. And now, 'cause I'm not working or doing anything, all I have to focus on is the fact that I'm fuckin' hungry.

And to top it all off, the 'Well the house will be mostly empty so I can do things at my own pace,' well... My sister got her wisdom teeth out... so she's home, all day. Mopey, and grumpy, and apparently having a bad reaction to the medication. I know I should feel bad for her, but when my mom comes in and says 'Oh! I'm just making your sister some pancakes, but we have some pumpkin, you can have some of that if you want' I find myself completely out of sympathy.

I did not want this diet, I do not believe in this fad dieting non-sense, but can I admit that? no. I go along with it because my dad needs a support group in starving himself. Hurray.

And you know, I'm not that fat. I'm not 'hopelessly obese in need of immediate assistance' I was planning on the gradual 'change in lifestyle' route, but no, my dad needs to start a diet right now and I should help him. And be thankful for the chance to lose some of that hideous flubber. Fuck. I need to lose weight, yes. Do I need to starve myself for it? No. This diet is stupid and I hate it. *is very ranty because she is hungry and she can smell her sister's pancakes*

Shouldn't changing what I eat to like.. salads and shit make me feel... healthier or something? Why do I just feel sick all day? god I want a sandwich... so much...

WHY IS IT THAT BECAUSE MY DAD WON'T GO TO A GYM AND WORK OUT, OR FIND SOME MODERATE WAY TO MANAGE HIS WEIGHT, I HAVE TO DEAL WITH SOME STUPID FAD DIET?!

I had a fuckin' plan... I was supposed to de-stress... not spend days thinking about how badly I just want a fuckin' sandwich...

*needed to vent, sorry*

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