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Unhealthy Behavior
Apr. 25th, 2006 05:16 pmLots of people have habits that are unhealthy or dangereous for them. Some people smoke, or drink to excess, or take dangerous drugs. Some people drive recklessly, or self-injure, or repeatedly become involved with inappropriate and harmful people.
Some people - say, some smallish redheads with body-image issues, who are already having trouble dealing with four months of decreased activity and are looking towards at least a week of intensive forced rest, spend the day before their surgery watching VH-1's all-day marathon of 'America's Next Top Model' and baking oatmeal cookies.
The cookies make sense, at least. Being off my feet or on crutches for the next two weeks means I won't be spending much time in the kitchen, so indulging myself once before then seemed like a good thing to do, and I have long touted the magical healing powers of the mystic combination of butter, flour, and brown sugar. The tv show, on the other hand, I really can't justify.
I don't even really like the show. I have no idea why I've been watching it. It has absolutely no redeeming qualities whatsoever. It's a bunch of skinny bland generigirls pouting, whimpering about how hard it is to be pretty, and attempting to philosophise while hampered by their utter lack of any ability to conceptualize.
I have been told before, by some rather forceful people, that I am not allowed to watch this show. All it does is frustrate me and leave me with the overwhelming desire to measure the circumference of my thighs. And under normal, sane circumstances I would have no desire to watch this show. I hate it. I know it's bad for me. I click past it, and then somehow against my better judgement, the remote control forces me to change back to it, and the sofa grabs onto me and I can't get up, and I can't look away.
At least today I have the excuse of trying to distract myself from tomorrow's procedure. Not that I have any reason to worry - it's an incredibly simple, short surgery, and I'll only be under anesthesia for half an hour or so. It's not even real surgery, I'm not getting significantly cut open. I should be back to normal in a week. I shouldn't be worrying. I shouldn't be burning the bottoms of my oatmeal cookies. I shouldn't be watching another episode of this ridiculous train wreck of a TV show.
I wonder who's going to be eliminated this round.
I wonder what the average BMI of the contestants is.
I wonder if I'll have time to lose fifteen pounds before Hawaii.
I wonder just how stupid I'm being.
I wonder what else is on.....
Some people - say, some smallish redheads with body-image issues, who are already having trouble dealing with four months of decreased activity and are looking towards at least a week of intensive forced rest, spend the day before their surgery watching VH-1's all-day marathon of 'America's Next Top Model' and baking oatmeal cookies.
The cookies make sense, at least. Being off my feet or on crutches for the next two weeks means I won't be spending much time in the kitchen, so indulging myself once before then seemed like a good thing to do, and I have long touted the magical healing powers of the mystic combination of butter, flour, and brown sugar. The tv show, on the other hand, I really can't justify.
I don't even really like the show. I have no idea why I've been watching it. It has absolutely no redeeming qualities whatsoever. It's a bunch of skinny bland generigirls pouting, whimpering about how hard it is to be pretty, and attempting to philosophise while hampered by their utter lack of any ability to conceptualize.
I have been told before, by some rather forceful people, that I am not allowed to watch this show. All it does is frustrate me and leave me with the overwhelming desire to measure the circumference of my thighs. And under normal, sane circumstances I would have no desire to watch this show. I hate it. I know it's bad for me. I click past it, and then somehow against my better judgement, the remote control forces me to change back to it, and the sofa grabs onto me and I can't get up, and I can't look away.
At least today I have the excuse of trying to distract myself from tomorrow's procedure. Not that I have any reason to worry - it's an incredibly simple, short surgery, and I'll only be under anesthesia for half an hour or so. It's not even real surgery, I'm not getting significantly cut open. I should be back to normal in a week. I shouldn't be worrying. I shouldn't be burning the bottoms of my oatmeal cookies. I shouldn't be watching another episode of this ridiculous train wreck of a TV show.
I wonder who's going to be eliminated this round.
I wonder what the average BMI of the contestants is.
I wonder if I'll have time to lose fifteen pounds before Hawaii.
I wonder just how stupid I'm being.
I wonder what else is on.....
