October 11th and 12th

11th:

No breakfast

Lunch at McD (gross, I know, but in my defense I haven't eaten there in seven years. I CAN JUSTIFY THIS.)

Deer casserole for dinner, I tell myself I didn't eat too much but I did. 

We got our cat sterilized today. We left the house around 9am, and the clinic was an hour away, I shit you not. They told us to come back for her at 2pm, meaning there would be no point in driving home as we'd be practically turning in the door. So we killed time. Boy, did we kill time. We visited just about every mall in the city and then some, or so it felt. The outcome of this was a pair of shoes for me (desperately needed), a lamp for our kitchen (desperately needed) and a lego toy for my little brother (not very desperately needed). When we finally arrived back at the clinic at 1:45, they told us they'd just started the proceidure and they'd be done in around one and a half hours time. 

Well, fuck.

This endless day of time-killing is the reason we lunched at McDonald's. Justified. I had to succumb to the will of my family. It's not like I WANTED to eat there, psh.

12th:

One slice of bread with macerel and tomato purée for breakfast (Norwegian food, don't ask)

Nothing for lunch

Pizza for dinner, I tell myself I didn't eat too much but I'm afraid I still did.

Almost one bag of popcorn, and some chips. (I CAN JUSTIFY THIS*.)

I had to visit my dad today, which is not something I normally do at all, but it needed to be done. It was, of course (this might not be obvious to those who do not know me), a highly humiliating experience all-in-all. My dad and stepmother picked me up when I got off my bus, and drove to the local mall to shop for groceries. So far, all is well. That is, until they noticed I had a hole in my tights. I was then practically dragged into the nearest clothing store, where my stepmother literally (yes, I do mean literally) threw clothes at me to try. Now, the fashion these days is not really (read: not at all in any way) my style, but I caught from her tone that I did not really have much of a choice. She ended up buying me clothes for over 700 NOK, or 120 dollars. Dad had bought ice cubes, so on top of that I had to hurry, hurry, hurry. The Flash would be envious of my trying on-speed.

We then moved on to the house they just built, very spacious, very sleek, very modern. They offered to let me live in the basement apartment. I politely turned down the offer. Later I was shooed off to watch a movie with my little sister because they were having some friends over to discuss their trip to Manchester.

Incidentally, this kind of thing happens every single time I finally do decide to visit.

When I left that evening I had 500NOK (87 dollars, thank you, google) stuffed in my hand. I think they're trying to buy me.

This visit to my father's is the reason why I can justify the chips.

*I have no excuse for the popcorn.

All in all I have sucked these past two days, and I haven't had time to work out. I haven't worked out since Monday, for crying out loud! I was meeting my workout buddy today at the gym, but I overslept, and when I got there she had just finished, and I'd told my dad he could pick me up at 2, and it was now 1:45 and my bus takes an hour there.

I CAN JUSTIFY EVERYTHING.

I'll do better from now on, I promise. I'm going to work out tomorrow. Whoop.