SolVanderlyn
Thanos acquires the fully powered Infinity Gauntlet in The Avengers: Infinity War, but loses when all the superheroes team up together to stop him.
Alright, so here's the deal.
I grew up in a house of delicious food. Food was always a central thing. My mom is a terribly unhealthy person and eats fast food all the time, and cooks nothing but the most fattening foods (Macaroni and cheese, pizza, grilled cheese sandwiches with butter in the toast, cinnamon sugar bread, ice cream, if it's unhealthy it probably belongs on this list) so I grew up obese.
Fast forward to high school and I start working out and trying to eat healthy. I do alright, but the poor environment made it hard. I went from obese to overweight.
Fast forward to college and I lost ALL of my excess weight simply by moving out of the house. When I was on my own, I realized how much and how badly I was eating at home. My social life turned around completely and I was finally not embarrassed to go out in public.
Fast forward to grad school, where I had to choose between A) Not going to grad school, staying at my shitty retail job, and living in my own apartment or B) Living at home while attending school. I chose B so that I can have some social mobility. But now, I'm back in that terrible environment. I try to explain to my mother her terrible eating habits, but she doesn't listen. She even acts like I'm accosting her lifestyle. She tries to support my healthy eating ideology, but the fact is everyone else who lives here is eating pizza every other night, and there is all sorts of other terrible shit lying around that makes it really hard to stick to a program. I run five and a half miles six days a week, and I've still gained almost 20 lbs. living here.
I realize it's all about self control, but it's also so easy to fall back into old habits and the way I lived before, especially when everyone else in the house acts like you're an outcast for A) Eating healthy and B) Not approving of their unhealthy lifestyle.
Has anyone else ever dealt with anything like this? In a year I'll have a job and hopefully be able to move out of here, but that's a ways away and I dread having to deal with this for another 365 days or so.
I grew up in a house of delicious food. Food was always a central thing. My mom is a terribly unhealthy person and eats fast food all the time, and cooks nothing but the most fattening foods (Macaroni and cheese, pizza, grilled cheese sandwiches with butter in the toast, cinnamon sugar bread, ice cream, if it's unhealthy it probably belongs on this list) so I grew up obese.
Fast forward to high school and I start working out and trying to eat healthy. I do alright, but the poor environment made it hard. I went from obese to overweight.
Fast forward to college and I lost ALL of my excess weight simply by moving out of the house. When I was on my own, I realized how much and how badly I was eating at home. My social life turned around completely and I was finally not embarrassed to go out in public.
Fast forward to grad school, where I had to choose between A) Not going to grad school, staying at my shitty retail job, and living in my own apartment or B) Living at home while attending school. I chose B so that I can have some social mobility. But now, I'm back in that terrible environment. I try to explain to my mother her terrible eating habits, but she doesn't listen. She even acts like I'm accosting her lifestyle. She tries to support my healthy eating ideology, but the fact is everyone else who lives here is eating pizza every other night, and there is all sorts of other terrible shit lying around that makes it really hard to stick to a program. I run five and a half miles six days a week, and I've still gained almost 20 lbs. living here.
I realize it's all about self control, but it's also so easy to fall back into old habits and the way I lived before, especially when everyone else in the house acts like you're an outcast for A) Eating healthy and B) Not approving of their unhealthy lifestyle.
Has anyone else ever dealt with anything like this? In a year I'll have a job and hopefully be able to move out of here, but that's a ways away and I dread having to deal with this for another 365 days or so.