Today is the big day!
Well, big day #01.
I'll have few more in the following days.
Today is 400.
I'm good.
I hope.
For breakfast-lunch I'll have one egg white.
But after practice, the real problem comes.
A birthday-surprise-style-party for Tamar.
Not Tamara (aka Chubbs).
It's in an ice cream shop.
That's near a pizzeria.
BUT.
I have a chance to fast!
If I'll skip the eggs, say I went to the pizzeria for lunch and ate in the birthday party, I won't have to eat today!
But I'm afraid it will lead to a binge.
Oh well, I'd rather skip it all.
Not only that I got 88 in the harder test, but it was only 3 4-points mistakes.
By the way it's on literature, we are starting now poetry, I thought I left it behind with Ky and Cassia and Xander, and the plague, the bodies, the death, the pills, the stupidity.
Stupid poems.
I want people dying/loving/crying in every other way.
That Margaret Ann is so depressing, and why are the neighbors so nosy?!
...
It's English and I haven't consumed a calorie yet.
Let's see how this day will be going.
...
FUCK YEAH ALL THT PEOPLE!
FASTED.
I want a fan wave.
Got it.
And it.
I like gifs.
...
But seriously, I fasted.
I need a prize.
Hmm...
What about goal weight before my birthday.
But look, I made it higher calorie and changing days so I will be able to get all the nutritions I need if faint.
...
SHIT.
MY MOM BOUGHT ME KIWIS.
GREAT.
NOW WHAT?!
...
I'm trying to locate tips wherever I can find about what to do with the bad breath.
Each time that I'm fasting/restritcting a lot, my stomach just makes my breath smells like death, like a warning sign to all the people.
It's awkward.
Because it can be so strong, and it's disgusting.
It's weird that with the hours, the smell slightly changes?
...
It's changing again.
Not the smell, but the flavor.
Maybe it's just not to keep me bored.
...
Well I have to do a thirty minutes exrecise.
I'll jog, probably with watching TV.
...
My mom told me to eat.
It wasn't a full force.
Like "eat or you're not allowed to XYZ", it's more like that she's starting to suspect youreating habitats.
It's not something worth risking.
I ate 5 baked flaffel balls/patties, I don't know how to call them, they are patty shaped by a ball size.
Aand with one table spoon of hummus.
It's pretty much under 250 for sure.
And above 200 as well.
I guess it's better than binging!
I need an appriciation hug.
Too bad nobody gives it to people like me.
...
I'm still surprised that there is no place that sales scales!
Will somebody die if they did?
Why can't we have nice things?
Like legitmate priced clothing, or the option to actuallyh educate about the right thigns, or at least, make the legal system work.
...
Okay.
Since the cycle was completed, I'm in In The End.
It's hilarious.
In what kind of video can you see all the comments that are "XYZ is so hot/sexy/cutz" "I hate XYZ" "Stop hating because XxX and YyY and ZzZ saved my life and *insert heart breaking story*".
For the first part, it's like you never saw a bodybuilder/swimmer/human before.
The second, good for you I guess, but because of you, I'm going to suffer, directly, more views, more chances to be in the radio, if it's in the radio people will find it catchy, ever since my ears won't be able to hear a word.
The third, I guess it's good for you too, but why don't just live them alone? They don't like them and that's it, it doesn't matter what you'll say, they will thing the same, you are not their fucking god, fuck off.
...
Well bed time, at least I jogged today, I did it all right.
Tomorrow is 600.
Wish me happiness!
...
FUCK YEAH ALL THT PEOPLE!
FASTED.
I want a fan wave.
Got it.
And it.
I like gifs.
...
But seriously, I fasted.
I need a prize.
Hmm...
What about goal weight before my birthday.
But look, I made it higher calorie and changing days so I will be able to get all the nutritions I need if faint.
...
SHIT.
MY MOM BOUGHT ME KIWIS.
GREAT.
NOW WHAT?!
...
I'm trying to locate tips wherever I can find about what to do with the bad breath.
Each time that I'm fasting/restritcting a lot, my stomach just makes my breath smells like death, like a warning sign to all the people.
It's awkward.
Because it can be so strong, and it's disgusting.
It's weird that with the hours, the smell slightly changes?
...
It's changing again.
Not the smell, but the flavor.
Maybe it's just not to keep me bored.
...
Well I have to do a thirty minutes exrecise.
I'll jog, probably with watching TV.
...
My mom told me to eat.
It wasn't a full force.
Like "eat or you're not allowed to XYZ", it's more like that she's starting to suspect youreating habitats.
It's not something worth risking.
I ate 5 baked flaffel balls/patties, I don't know how to call them, they are patty shaped by a ball size.
Aand with one table spoon of hummus.
It's pretty much under 250 for sure.
And above 200 as well.
I guess it's better than binging!
I need an appriciation hug.
Too bad nobody gives it to people like me.
...
I'm still surprised that there is no place that sales scales!
Will somebody die if they did?
Why can't we have nice things?
Like legitmate priced clothing, or the option to actuallyh educate about the right thigns, or at least, make the legal system work.
...
Okay.
Since the cycle was completed, I'm in In The End.
It's hilarious.
In what kind of video can you see all the comments that are "XYZ is so hot/sexy/cutz" "I hate XYZ" "Stop hating because XxX and YyY and ZzZ saved my life and *insert heart breaking story*".
For the first part, it's like you never saw a bodybuilder/swimmer/human before.
The second, good for you I guess, but because of you, I'm going to suffer, directly, more views, more chances to be in the radio, if it's in the radio people will find it catchy, ever since my ears won't be able to hear a word.
The third, I guess it's good for you too, but why don't just live them alone? They don't like them and that's it, it doesn't matter what you'll say, they will thing the same, you are not their fucking god, fuck off.
...
Well bed time, at least I jogged today, I did it all right.
Tomorrow is 600.
Wish me happiness!
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