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Blogging? Am I in my early years of high school once again? No, I am twenty years old and currently residing in the guest bedroom of my grandparent's house. So far it was been...well, worse than I imagined. But also more entertaining. For example, I voiced my aspiration to lose weight for bikini season to Mema. BIG mistake. We (mostly she) decided to put this plan into motion by attempting to run/walk around the track at the elementary school near our home. For one, I am out of shape. Two, she watches me like a hawk and it honestly makes me nervous further hindering my performance. So I do my best at what one would consider exercise (or lack of) and last for about half a mile (give or take). She informs me that we are walking for another thirty minutes. Approximately 3 minutes later I mysteriously 'get sick'. Probably the omelet I had for breakfast? Long story short, she informs me that if I were on 'The Biggest Loser' they would force me to keep working out even if I was 'sick' and that I do not have the tenacity to partake in such competition. We leave and head back to the house. When lunch/dinner rolls around I am instructed not to eat anything "fattening" or to snack. Furthering the cause, I get ostracized this afternoon for eating almost a jar of reduced fat peanut butter in less than a week. The moral of the story: I am not cut out to participate in a television program that documents the weight loss of numerous obese citizens through diet and exercise. (And also, my Mema is a peanut butter nazi.)