ABC Starts Saturday

Another Thing J.P. Doesn't Know I'm Gonna Do.

She tried to have me do the healthy thing.

When I broke down after panning a 500 calorie MEAL, she said it was good I tried.

So, Saturday I will shoot for 500.

I was going to start it tomorrow, but the 300 and 100 day fell on the two days I'll be expected to eat fast food all day.

I'm really nervous, to be honest.

Alright then...

I.M. basically told me I could starve myself, but I have to eat SOMETHING everyday.
Fruit, crackers, whatever just SOMETHING.
I'm chill with that.

I'm hungry,

really hungry.
But I've eaten all day.
And the only thing I want is chili.
Like, I want the taste of it.
So much that I think I'd deal with the meat.
I've actually concluded that I'm scared of eating meat.
Because I've gone so long without it.

I know I've said this before:

Tomorrow is the day.
Tomorrow I am fasting.
The whole day.
Tomorrow, I will come home and do 20 push ups (my arms are really weak).
Tomorrow I will come home and do 60-70 sit ups (which ever hurts and I can do).
Tomorrow....What else will I do right tomorrow?
Tomorrow, I will run.
Tomorrow, I will stretch.
Tomorrow, I will do loads of exercises.
And get my homework done.
Tonight, though, I'm getting sleep.

Tired food rant.

I'm going vegan.
I'm sick of these days with high calorie counts.
Mom says that she won't buy food to cater to my diet choice.
Doesn't she get it?
I'm sick of feeling sick, so I'm changing my diet.
Also, it gives me reason to say no.
"Can't have it. Vegan."
There's some sense of respect you get from being vegan.
I don't get it either.
All of my calorie counts have been high recently.
I'm done with that.
I need a reason to say no.
"You want this?"
"Nu-uh. Vegan still."
Alright, 50 jumping jacks and then bed.
I'm FINALLY tired.

Some fries. A PB&J, some toast, some cheese

That's what I've had. The PB&J only had one slice of bread(70). The toast was a slice of bread(80). The cheese was probably seventy each. Okay. Over 300 by a little.
What-the-fuck-ever.
I'm going for a walk.
Why?
Mom snapped at me.

It didn't start today. Has to be tomorrow.

I always feel like puking after eating these days.
Mom's trying to get me into the doctor's.
Until then?
I'm gonna try to not eat.
Sounds like a good enough excuse.