Things I've Learned

Food is delicious. 

I said it.  And I mean it.  I really love food.  Especially yummy food.  Food and I are fast friends, the kind that when we haven't seen each other for a long time, we reconnect like no time has passed.  I reconnected with some friends these past couple weeks that I hadn't seen in awhile.  Some deliciously excessive and fatty friends.  Oh it was yummy, but now I can feel the difference.  I want to keep eating.  I was doing really well with controlled portions, and feeling satisfied with a "smaller" (more realistic) portion.  Now I feel a little like I did a couple months ago when I started, which is like I'm starving myself and I'm on a diet and I can't eat anything ever. 

Let's be serious, this is so not the case.  I just ate mac and cheese and a burger.  It was awesome, and it was pre-made so I know it was healthy.  But I want to keep eating, because whilst at camp, I would have.  Not a ton, but enough that I think I should right now.  Anywho, I think I've made my point here.  Falling off the wagon a bit has more repercussions than just on the scale.  Still, I'm climbing back on and will remain firmly in the wagon for a good while. 

On an unrelated note, I've also realized I am awkward at concerts.  I have never been one of those girls that can just sway along to the music, throwing the arm up in the air to share my approval of the song with others, shaking my groove thing back and forth... that scares me.  I have never learned to dance as if no one was watching.  In fact, if I dance, it is with fear that everyone is watching.  Then I get locked up in my head wondering if I look like an idiot or if maybe I just look like I'm enjoying the song, but then I miss out on the song because I'm so nervous thinking about what I look like.  What do I do with my hands?  If I put my hand in my pocket, do I look like I'm trying to look casual?  Would I normally stand with my hand in my pocket?  What if I raise my arm up and air pump to the beat?  Will it look sincere?  Oh god can I even shake my hips?  Am I just shifting weight from left leg to right leg?  Are my knees bent?  Should they be?  Wait, the song's over?  Maybe I should get another drink.

Musicals and Symphonies are SO much easier to attend.

My last addition to this random-catch-up-blog is a complaint.  I am officially registering a complaint about people who bring generators for a trailer to a non-electric campsite.  Let me be specific, a non-electric site that is 50 yards away from the loop of ELECTRIC CAMPSITES!  These morons ran their generator every day from who knows when in the am-12:00pm then again from 9:30pm-10 or 10:15pm.  EVERY DAY.  Save yourself the money on the generator and just get an electric campsite.  They're not much more expensive.  Seriously, this made so little sense and though it came no where near ruining my time at camp, it did thoroughly annoy me.  Instead of hearing the waves of Lake Ontario, and strange bird calls, and chipmunks, and my nieces and nephews, I heard vrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
for hours. 

Stupid generator user camper dummies.  Who needs electricity to camp anyway?  Pssht.  Not this girl.