Weight, Munich

Nearly every woman, at some point in her life, has worried about her weight. I am no exception. Lately I have been looking back at pictures of myself as a young teen, thin, cute, and wondering if I can get it all back. Then it occurred to me: at the time the photo was taken I thought I was fat.

I want to shake my 15-year-old self and tell her that she's beautiful. Actually, I also want to do that to my 17-year-old sister sometimes as well. You are beautiful, don't worry about it.

Funny that I don't practice what I preach. Today I ate very little and felt a bit dizzy. That's when my friend reminded me of something that I'd forgotten about: being thin isn't everything, and even those that are thin often wish they could change something about their bodies.

Thus, I have come to the conclusion that, although I do need to eat healthier and exercise, I don't need to look like Heidi Klum to be beautiful. I have other qualities that make me beautiful, and so does every woman.
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I spent the last week of my vacation with the Deuke's (noticing a pattern here?)-from Tuesday to Tuesday.

I baked a German cake with a bit of instruction from Susanne. Very productive. On that Thursday I spent the night at Christine's. Her husband, Ingo, picked me up from the Deuke's after work (he works at BMW in Munich) and then we drove to their home near Augsburg. That night we all went out to eat for pizza, and then Christine and I went out to see a movie together the new Til Schweiger film, Kokowääh. Before we left one of her sons, Nico. was complaining that I don't spend enough time with him. He asked why we have to go out for coffee every time I come to visit. Adorable. The film was very cute, and Christine and I laughed and carried on per usual. The next day Deutsche Bahn was striking (wie auch immer/as always), so I stayed and went with Christine and the kids to the Fasching party at their church). Then Christine drove me to the train station, and I called my sister to wish her a happy 17th birthday (February 25th). This is the 3rd year in a row I have missed her birthday-I feel like such a bad sister. I will be there next year for her 18th! :)

That evening Susanne was the only one home as the kids and Uwe were gone for the weekend. Susanne and I watched The Devil Wears Prada. The next night she and I went out for fast food (she said she was dying for McDonald's so we went to the drive through), and then we went to Subway for me. We watched tv, ate, and talked. I loved it :-)

On Sunday the kids got back, and on Monday I went out to lunch with Lotte before babysitting for the kids in the evening. Then Susanne came home and we had a long talk about husbands leaving their wives... On Tuesday morning I got up early to head back to Salzburg just in time for the start of second semester. I literally made it to class just in time. That's me for you :)