My mom's not the most encouraging or uplifting person in the world. Every day at almost every chance she gets, she reminds me of how fat I've gotten. Now, I know I've gained weight in my past year in college, but my mom is actually rather rude about it. Today after I came home from working out with Danny and Irene, she said, "Ni xian zai zhen de shi yi ge xiao pangzi," which translated to English is, "Wow, you really are a little fatty now." Wtheck. Thanks mother. She's always telling me my legs are tree trunks (well if she's going to be mean at least she's being descriptive about it). But the odd thing is that it's not like she tells me to go exercise and lose weight or even eat better. Instead she'll tell me I'm fat then offer me a block of chocolate, a piece of cake, or a bowl of ice cream. I don't get it.

Don't get freaked out about what I'm gonna say next, but everytime my mom mentions how fat I am, I wonder whether or not she would leave me alone if I had anorexia or bulimia. And whenever I go out to exercise she thinks I'm weird. Like during the school year when I picked up running because I wasn't being very healthy, my mom laughed at me. Oh and when my sister came home for a week this summer, my mom kept on asking me if something was the matter with her because she had lost so much weight. But I do have to concede that Serena is ridiculously skinny. She's like a chopstick. No joke. *waves* Hi Serena! =].

Time for bed. Yes, it's 10:30pm.