confession#5

living at home has its perks...

free rent

free food

always someone to talk to

hot water

you know, the basics.

however,

living at home {at least for me} presents a problem.

there is always someone who notices you and what's happening in your life.

this equals almost total lack of privacy.

and it doesn't help when extended family comes over for game night

and proceed to tell mommy dear how "thin" i look.

then i have to get 'the talk'

no kids, not the birds and the bees, i mean the,

"caitlin everyone says you look really thin, are you okay? what's wrong in your life?" talk

long story short,

no. not this girl.

i like food, sometimes it's a love hate relationship, but i like it.

just because i watch what i eat and i step on a scale every once in a while

does not amount to anything more than just that.

what about the fact that i'm actually happy with my body?

despite the fact that every time i see my dad he says,

"caitlin, put some meat on those bones!!"

how does my own mother fail to recognize that i've been this way practically my whole life?

i'm pretty sure in grade school they called me chicken legs.

not that it seems that way because now mother dear is forcing protein drinks down my throat.

{caitlin attempts to make her first protein drink only in compliance to get mom off her back}

caitlin: "well, it doesn't look half bad. do i just add it to milk?"

mommy: "yep. that's a good idea."

{caitlin adds one scoop of protein powder and proceeds to pour milk on top}

mommy: "put two scoops in!"

caitlin: "no, mom. it's fine."

mommy: "well, i bet it won't be as chocolatey with only one scoop."

caitlin: "mom, two scoops are for body builders over 125 pounds."

mommy: "okay, fine. well then make sure you drink two of these a day."

{good technique, but i see right through it.}

caitlin: "nope, pretty sure i'm good with one."