So I run the Housing Corporation for my fraternity, which is very equivalent to the USA helping Iraq and Afghanistan. We’re there, but we’re not wanted. Our only purpose is to help the Fraternity exist in the long run, we don’t get paid, and donate a lot of our time, all for an end result of the chapter members resenting us and not even understanding why we’re there. So, much like the USA, we’re starting a campaign to win the hearts and minds of the undergraduate chapter. My friends from other chapters ask me why I do it, why put up with these people who don’t care or get it. I guess it’s because the members of the housing corporation, including myself, are the founding fathers of the fraternity, so we don’t want to see it end. Let’s hope our campaign goes better then the USA’s did.
210.5lbs this morning. The late night eating needs to stop. I realize though that since I take my adderall in the morning, I’m never hungry, so I end up eating a lot more, later in the day. That’s not good obviously and even though I’ve gotten a lot better about it, it’s my one weakness that my willpower cannot seem to control completely.
This reminds me of when I realized I was getting addicted to nicotine. My freshman year of college, everyone I was hanging out with was smoking black and milds. I wasn’t a fan of them, but tried them every once in a while. One morning I woke up wanting a black and mild, and that’s the first time I recognized “the craving” that these addictions can have on you. I vowed to never have one again, which I have kept to 6 years later. I feel for people who are addicted to things, but in reality I really think they’re just weak-willed.
Man, blogging again is semi therapeutic, I think I’ll continue from now on.