It all went well for a solid fifteen minutes until the library became a public daycare, with infants crying and shouting everywhere. We had the luck to be there when the library was holding a reading for kids. Most of the kids were still in the phase of sleeping twenty three hours a day and eating for the rest one hour. Still, atrocious parents had already had plans for their futures: poor babies! And poor me!

So I walked out of the library in a very bad mood, but luckily the never-away Austin sun was shining so confidently that it felt like summer. I could not figure out what to do for the next hour, so I promptly decided to go for a jog. 

I had been fit for last three weeks of the fall sports season, when I was doing cross country and trying very hard to make varsity. I followed a diet plan strictly, because extra body fat would definitely slow me down during practice and races. I also trained very hard everyday, so I burned calories pretty easily and dropped to pre-season weight. However, as soon as cross country season ended, I lost control of my appetite, and more importantly, I no longer had a reason to lose weight (diving needs slim body too, but still I'm a beginner, there's no urgent need to agonize myself by controlling my diet). I witnessed myself growing fatter every single day. It was both horrifying and satisfying: I could again eat as much as I want, both during the day and at night when there's a feed on the floor, which happened pretty frequently during the last week because there were so many people having their birthdays on those seven days. However, I could hardly fit myself into my jeans, and this morning when I video chatte with my dad, he said I was fat. There is no more reason for me to video chat him, or to let my weight soaring to a new record. 

Luckily, I wasn't that out of shape. I jogged for about thirty minutes, and it wasn't as tiring as I expected. During the climax of the season, I could jog for a solid 50+ minutes without breathing hard. But again, those good old days are now far gone. But after a week without running of any kind, I could instantly feel the change in my body. I felt so much better, and I no longer had any fidgeting thought about gaining weight and becoming fat. For lunch, I went to an all-you-can-eat pizza place, and I believe I had pretty much eaten back all the calories that I burned during running. 

But it's a good habit to keep track of, and I would go for a run tomorrow in the morning before I lose control in front of the Thanksgiving turkeys. 

In the afternoon my mom and I went to Costco to buy some fruits, for dinner and for the rest of my time here. I overate (by having too much fruits) again, so we walked for an hour and half to burn some calories. I'm pretty sure it's still futile, given that we are going to eat so much for the rest of the Thanksgiving break. 

Anyway, it's been a pretty good day, but I miss my friends back at Hotchkiss and I miss my strictly regulated life at school. 

Stay tuned!