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Food and Activity Journal

Dang it! It’s already 4:30PM, and nothing is ready! Sure the chicken is in the oven, but I still need to prepare the asparagus and salad. Beatrice is coming over soon for dinner. She’s such a great friend! She’s going to help me start my food and activity journal tonight. Beatrice is a nutritionist and quite the health nut. She’s very attractive, unlike me, and muscular. She’s 26 years old, 5’9”, about 140 lbs, and her legs are quite long. I envy her looks, but admire her so much. I met her 2 years ago in this women’s only gym back when we both lived in Chicago. Back when I met her, she had told me she was moving to California for work. There was something special about her. At the time I didn’t know what it was, but I knew I didn’t want to be apart from her. I moved to California with her last year and I got a job at a grocery store’s deli. At least we weren’t alone; we had each other… still have each other. We’re best friends.

My name, by the way, is Martha. I have always had weight issues since I was a teenager. I am 27 years old, 5’7”, 164 lbs, and sorta well figured, if ya know what I mean. I want to lose about 20 lbs. It’s just so darn hard for me to lose weight! You want to know something embarrassing? I never told anyone this, not even Beatrice, but when I was 12 years old, my parents placed me in a fat camp. Anyway, I had told Beatrice over and over again how I want to start a food and activity journal, but honestly, I just never could bring myself to change my habits. I am a steak and potato gal who loves alcohol and dessert. Plus, I can’t tell ya how many times I’ve quit smoking. I actually haven’t had a cigarette in almost a month now. Beatrice is very happy on how much I’m striving for a change. We go hiking once a week, sometimes even twice a week. Lately though, she hasn’t been able to really go hiking. Darn it, I forgot all about the chicken in the oven! Hold on. Don’t go anywhere.

Sorry about that. I burnt the chicken a little, but it’s okay. Beatrice won’t mind. Like she always says, “we all make mistakes.” She’ll just be pleased to see me eating chicken instead of a steak. Oh, like I was telling you, right before I had to get the chicken outta the oven, Beatrice hasn’t been able to go hiking with me like before. She recently started dating this guy named Josh. He’s actually one of her clients, that’s how they met. She spends a lot of her free time with him. It’s not fair. I’ve known her longer! She really should spend her free time with me! Well, it’s already a little after 5PM. Beatrice should be here any minute. Hold on, I think I hear her car pulling in my driveway. Let me check.

She’s here! She’s here! Oh, she brought something.

Martha: “Beatrice! How are ya?”

Beatrice: “Fine, thanks. I picked up some red wine on my way here. I know it’s not beer, but it’s healthier. I also brought over Mean Girls. I thought we could watch it later.”

Martha: “Thanks! And… yeah… Mean Girls sounds great! Oh, where are my manners? Come in, come in! Let’s get this girl’s night started.”

Beatrice: “Thanks.”

Martha: “Oh, I love your dress! Is it new?”

Beatrice: “Yeah, Josh sent it to me from Washington. He also got me these heels to go with the dress. You like?”

Martha. “Josh… bought you that? Oh… … oh… yes. Yes, of course. He has good taste. Let’s eat; I’m starving!”

I honestly don’t know what Beatrice sees in Josh. He’s in the military. I think in the Navy. He’s actually two inches shorter than Beatrice and isn’t even that good looking. I guess he’s nice, but Beatrice could do so much better. Whatever. He’s in the military, which often separates him from Beatrice, so that’s all that matters. Beatrice is my best friend.

Well, it’s already 11:45PM. Beatrice helped me with starting up my food and activity journal. Now I can work on changing my habits. I’m going to start working on my journal tomorrow morning. I’ll be able to log in everything that I eat and also log in any activity that I do throughout the day. This is going to be great. I can’t wait. I really want to lose 20 pounds.

Food and Activity Journal:

Day 1: (Sunday)

Breakfast: • Two eggs • Whole wheat toast (1), no butter • 1/2 grapefruit • Fat free milk

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