Only hangovers are allowed to do that.
So, this semester the Fantastic 500 has decided to be slightly healthier than the last one. None of us were pleased by the new little pudge college had given us, and the holiday break didn't help too much either. So we're making a real effort to eat healthy together and go to the gym together at least five times a week. Looking in the mirror became extremely satisfying, which all ladies know doesn't happen too often. It was working really well for me until almost a week ago.
I met this boy, and we hit it off pretty well. We'll call him... Calvin. He was a great guy, really cute, smart, good dancer, all the stuff you look for in a guy you randomly meet at a party. We got along so well that we exchanged numbers. For the next two weeks, we hung out quite often. He met my friends, I met his friends, we went dancing, we had dinner, watched a movie... blah blah blah. I really thought we had potential to become a legitimate couple. Then, a few days ago, Calvin invites me out for coffee and informs me that he doesn't want to date anyone.
...Really? Because I thought that's what we had been doing for the past two weeks. I'm sorry- did I just get dumped before I even got the official title?
Yep.
I probably jinxed it by continuously thinking how cool "Calvin and Curl Girl" sounded.
So I acted all cool, like it was no big deal until I got back to the dorm where Erin held me and told me I was way too awesome for him anyways (like a good best friend) until Sara came back and we all proceeded to point out all Calvin's flaws (I'm sure he's still a great guy that would probably be a good friend, but we chose to ignore that for a few hours). I went through about a whole box of Cheez-Its. Then the next day, still feeling slightly sorry for myself that I couldn't land the guy, I got a huge cream-sauced pasta dish. That wouldn't be half bad if I didn't follow that with a philly-cheese steak sandwich later that day, with a side of Oreo ice cream and a few cookies. The next morning I woke myself up with peanut butter and hot chocolate.
Yeah... my body was not happy with me. It had been such a short time to "date" Calvin, but I had put way too much hope into it. The point is that I let myself eat my feelings, and that's never good. Now I'm having to work harder to get back to the happy place I'd finally reached, not for the next boy, but for myself. I need to see that gorgeous girl in the mirror with curves in all the right places.
For me, I eat my feelings. Other girls, like Erin bless her heart, specifically do NOT eat their feelings. Let me tell you, honey, girls' luscious curves are made of fat tissue, so that's not going to work out in your favor anyway. Not to mention going extreme either way is very unhealthy, for numerous reasons. I know that for a day anyone, boy or girl, can do what they want after a rough relationship let-down, but no more than that. We have to be able to see those awesome people in the mirror, and that's going to be more about the way we feel than how we actually look. Can you imagine how slow and sleepy I felt after all that cheese?
Either way you go, eating or not eating, go to my "Yummy Goodness" page, pick one or two, let yourself eat them with a couple awesome friends, complain about the person who upset you, and then get on with your life, because tomorrow is going to come whether you can fit into your party pants or not, so you gotta be ready for it!
Curl Girl, out!
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