This is the time of year every single girl says to her friends, “Oh my god, I am so fat. Tomorrow is the day. I need to go on a diet," as she stuffs her face with Domino's pizza
You talk to that friend who eats healthy and exercises every day of the year (who knows how or why she does it). She starts interrogating you like you are planning on murdering someone, or something. What is your diet plan? What are you going to do at the gym? What are you going to cut back on? Are you going to keep a food diary?
Your roommates barge into your room announcing that she is running to Cookout for a milkshake at midnight (the first day of your diet). You get nervous and go back and forth in your mind until you give in, while praying to God and your body to forgive you.
Your athletic friend finally forces you to the gym. During the first few days, you are excited because you get to see hot guys and wear cute athletic clothes. Then, the fun and games end when you run straight into your ex while dripping in sweat, breathing like you just completed a triathlon (you just ran up the stairs too fast).
You try to distract yourself by studying, until the skinniest girl in the library pulls out a calorie-filled, full course meal and starts eating it right in front of you.
When you finally get to the dining hall and you don't even care what the hell you eat; you are just so hungry. Yet, that one friend has to say, “Wait, I thought you were on a diet?"
You go home and expect your family to give you advice, but all they say is something about how you have gained weight since coming to college.
Finally, your friend says, wanna just quit this whole thing and go get pizza?
