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[bedlamsbard]

Oh fuck. Now I think I'm gaining weight. I've been waxing between "oh fuck I'm losing weight" and "oh fuck I'm gaining weight", though lest anyone think that I'm going between extremes, I'm scrawny enough that I'm reasonably certain a few pounds in either direction makes it extremely noticeable. Not that I have a scale, I'm just going off my belt and my jeans fit -- I have two pairs of jeans in 5, which are usually too big though fine with a belt, one pair of cords in a 3, and two pairs of jeans in a 1. One of which I am actually wearing currently, so perhaps I should switch to one of the 5s. The reason I mostly had 5s until this year is because I dropped a lot of weight (slightly over 15 pounds, I think. Okay, when you're scrawny, it's a lot of weight) during my first two years of college -- it's probably genetic, as both my mother and my cousins (on the Japanese side) were also skinny and size 1s at this age.

On the other hand, I could just feel like crap for any of the following reasons: crappy food court Chinese for dinner, PMS, stress, the fact that I have a paper to write which means I'm always contorted into a weird position because of my desk set-up and always, always causes back pain, or any combination of the above.

Also, I want to sleep, but I have to write this stupid paper.

ETA: Oh sweet Dionysus, it's true. My roommates only do shots in the apartment when I'm writing a paper in the other room. This is, like, the third or fourth time it's happened.