holiday parties

Holiday parties are hell on a diet. I tried to sit away from the food tonght, but everyone was over there, so I went there. Then had to have some food. Then kept coming back for the food, not really realizing how much I was eating. By the time I left I wanted to throw up. Really.

Otherwise the party was great. We arrived about 20 minutes after it started and left with the last group. I'm trying to be more social. I really do like people. I think I just don't trust them. I have 2 more parties this week. One (the poets) should be easy to not eat too much at. The other is salvador_dalai's, and I always end up eating too much peppermint bark there.

I'm exercising more, at least, so that should help some. I worked out at the gym for 50 minutes today, which is much better than I had been doing. Unfortunately that only gives me about 4 points, and I must've eaten at least 15 or 20 at the party tonight.

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Funny how these are so dependent on my mood. I'm grading right now. This description doesn't match me at all. (Except I do think I'm terribly boring.) Most of my scores were in the middle, anyway.

Borefest - ISTJ 33% Extraversion, 46% Intuition, 60% Thinking, 53% Judging

One word. Boring. Sums you up to a tee. You're responsible, trustworthy, serious and down to earth. Boring. Boring. Boring.

You play by the rules. You follow tradition. You encourage structure.

You insist that EVERYBODY do EVERYTHING by the book. Seriously, is there even an ounce of imagination in that little brain of yours? I mean, what's the point of imagination, right? It has no practical value...

As far as you're concerned, abstract theories can go screw themselves. You just want the facts, all the facts and nothing but the facts.

Oh. And you're a perfectionist. About everything. You know that the previous sentence was gramattically incorrect and that "gramattically" was spelt wrong. Your financial records are correct to 25 decimal places and your bedroom is in pristine condition. In fact, you even don't sleep on your bed anymore for fear that you might crease the sheets.

Thankfully, you don't have anyone else to share the bed with, because you're uncomfortable expressing affection and emotion to others. Too bad.