Night.

I woke up at four thirty today.

It sucks but I can't fight it. 

I'm also quiet happy this weekend. 

After the powerless stage that ended at Thursday because I fought it off, I'm doing very well. 

I made my overnight oats last night, made some for my dad as well, I used one full cup of dry oats, so we have plenty. 

My father wants to switch into healthier foods. 

He hasn't cut the fried food yet. 

Aubergine with tons of oil is simply unhealthy, even if you eat rice cakes. 

Such a sad-people's food...

Rice cakes simply make you unhappy. Dieting and weight loss isn't good if you don't enjoy doing it. 

Sometimes, diets look like self-punishment to me. 

All they eat is sadness, and let me tell you, it gets worse when you see that the scale is going down slowly. 

I am a proud member of the people who enjoy healthy foods and unhealthy in a mix that promises nice lives, happy tongues, and even more merry stomachs. 

My stomach is happy when I eat something that tastes good and quite healthy, and easy to digest. 

A vegan burger for example, no need to be acidic because there are no meats or live products, healthy amount of fresh veggies, and protein, but a lot of other "bad" things. 

At most, what I do is to reduce my sodium amounts [I avoid using salt for seasoning] and I kind of watch my intake but I can't control it anyway, but I do get quite upset if I consume over the amount I want to eat. 

I finally found my old storage cloud, Copy.
I'm trying to get out some of my ruined images so I'd be able to print them.
I got too many files so it is barely buffering.
I'm deleting all my crappy self-portraits and other silly things from my previous teenage phases.
Even though that I'm falling into another one, I'm not sure what it is, but I like my nails to be claw-like for now.

Well, the day is over, I didn't do much. 

I am quite happy, so good night!