A today, finally!

So.
Today I woke up earlier than five am.
I woke up, and relaxed for thirty minutese with some iPhone quality time.
And then, I opened my recorded things.
And guess what I watched?
Iron Man, with Robert Downey Junior.
I liked it a lot.
Though I need to finish the last 20 minutes.

I also started making my own school meals (it's better to know perfectly what gets inside there), and I did today three lettuce leaves, with one medium tomato, and one egg whites.
I didn't ate all.
And the funny thing, is that at the second break, I ate three bites, instead of two, and my stomach hurted.
FROM EATING TOO MUCH.
This is wonderful.
I need to remember things better.

So now I'm working on making my notebook.
I got one, and I'll keep it next to my bed.

It's fun to know that I'll thank myself later.
When it'll be summer season, I'd be confidence to wear short things.
And my goal?
Pff, easy!
To look good in shorts, and my tight blue camisole.
So I'm going to write everything.
Then, upload them to canvasly, which is a free app, it created for parents to take their kids draws to a mobile world.
I find it few uses.
Like for my school sketches, and that notebook.

I need to find how to make it cute and inviting enough, so I would love to go there.
For now, I'm just enjoying stories.
And it's quite funny.


....

Fuck.
I just ate dinner, and I thought I was going good, though it was all carbs.
I ate one white bread slice, toasted and with a bit a ground cinnamon, and medium cutted apple.
But than I ate 3/4 of my rice krispie covered in chocolate, and spoon of my berry ice cream.
Stupid me.
I thought I would do better.
Foolish of me to think so.
Well, now I'm going to do some workot, get a shower and do my crunches (today is 160, it's pretty cool that I know that I can do it, it's quite rewarding), then fall asleep.
-sorry for cutting in the middle, but fuck, I ate too much and my stomach pays up now-.
And obviously wake up early.

I think I'm not built for that shit anymore.
Since the celiac test results showed up and said I have 0% celiac, my mother says it's a silent celiac.
It have all the effects, but the test won't see it.

I wrote on the notebook at the food list that make my stomach hurt so I shouldn't eat them:
Bread, chocolate, and rice kirpies.

Oh fuck.
Oh shit.
It hurts so bad!
It wasn't such a good idea to over eat.
I feel like a failure.

I ate by my fitness pal I ate 441.
Though, I added for the ice cream 50, so, whatever.
No way I ate under five hundred.
Something must be wrong with that app.
Because no way that my stomach hurts from 441.
It's so fucked up.
And I barely excresised today (I did the minimum amount that the cardio workout I did on youtube, it was betweeen 70 and hundred something, so I put on the lowest), it's not fair.
I should've excresise more.
I'm dissapointed.

Tomorrow, I'll try to shove some of a cardio workout, today when I fidgeted (I like to change the way I'm doing it every once in a while, it keeps me occoupied), I just felt my fat slams from one side to the other on my legs.
EW.

I can fast on Friday.
I think.
I'll try to fast as long as possible on the weekend.
And the meal I'd eat afterwards will be a diet yogurt (if I'll have some) or a chicken breast.
I'm sorry for starting the cycle again.
But I won't stop now.
I found that site.
I found those videos.
I'm like a fucking uncaged beast.
What are you supposed to do now?
Go run in circles and scream?

Actually I like to do the last one.
Since in the renovation the balcony got closed, so in the hall we just a have a wall, and full excess from both sides, like an open place with a divider.
My sister and I like to panic.
It's a hobby.

Hello my name is Dvash and my hobbies are drawing, panicing, writing a blog, and makes every short assignment on English to a tragedy/action/comedy thing.

It's actually quite funny.
Because I can relate anything to anything.
I had trouble trying to find a name for a spy.
Why?
Because when I think about a thing that some person does, the name will be from people who already exist.
I can tell you I got stuck for five minutes on the letter J.
Mostly for James (obviously) and John, I have no idea why John, I think I should watch John Tucker Must  Die.
Because what's wrong with that?

I'm planning my meals for tomorrow!
I'll write them in my iPhone.
The only things I'm allowed to do with it is to drink zero calorie drinks, and to eat less than what I should.

I hate all that fat on my face.
I'm aiming to lose weight.
Not gain it.
Or gain muscle.
I need to check up what foods are good.

It's annoying to know what foods I can and can't.

It sucks that kiwi is high carb (one of my favorites!), but it's nice to know that raspberries and blueberries and blackberries and their siblings are in the low, sadly strawberry and watermelons are in the medium list.
But watermelon is my favorite!
So, I have an idea.

Instead of eating it stupidly without it looking like instagram meal, I'd cut it in shapes.
It also takes time, and makes less, but it always looks like it came out of a magazine.

That's why I eat my food in or pretty or not at all.

That's why I ate my egg today in a heart shape.
On Wednessday, I'm supposed to have chicken breast.
Not like schintzel, that the main thing in it is those crumbs.
Now it will actually taste good with or without hummus.

Which reminds me, celery sticks!
I just need to get used to the taste, and perfect!

The funny thing about getting used to flavors.
Each time I make my tea, I question myself few times if I put any sugar in it, because it's so sweet!
Well, it's kind of bitter, and dries my tongue a bit, but it's have some sort of a sweet traces after you swallow.

Just one thing I'll never understand.
Why do you like fish?
It's so disgusting.
It just makes me twitch when I hear that, because my friend and I were once in Crete, and the fucking same restraunt owner showed us the live fish and then served it.
I refused to eat fish afterwards.
You can't kill something you see.
You won't kill something you know that never wanted to be this way.

If a human will tell me "I want you to eat my flesh, drink my blood, and make from my dead skeleton a couch" I would do it.
Because meat is meat, and that person wants to die this way anyway, so why not?

Corpses are a waste of food.

And everyone who says that canibalism is wrong, it's partly true.
You cannot force somebody.
Eating is good and sex is good.
But forcing it on somebody, not really.
So if it's their free will.
I would enjoy having grilled breast, because why not?
And I'll keep things that look cool.
Like eyeballs.
Or stuff alike.

....

I'm going to miss him.
Yotam is leaving today.
He's moving to Chicago.

So if you, the US readers are from Chicago, you might discover you met one of my friend.
And if in the huge coincidence that's about to happen.
Tell him that I miss him.
A lot.
Because he was always nice and intresting.


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I'm sorry, I had something to talk about, but if I'll have time tomorrow I would tell.
It's a social-popularity-ranking-teens themes.

Berries, Survivors,
I hope you'll make it.