Today was fairly miserable in terms of food.
I started off slow - I worked the awake overnight, cleaning and not sleeping the whole time without eating. Then I came to visit my dad, which I've had planned for a while.
I napped, so by 3:30pm I hadn't eaten a thing.
Then, I went to fucking town. I ate a bunch of crackers with natural peanut butter and jelly, and a 100-calorie bag of popcorn. The crackers were HORRIFYING. I intended on eating two. I was so hungry I ate probably fourteen of them. *kicks furniture*
THEN we went out to dinner. I ate part of a personal-sized flatbread pizza (red sauce, artichoke hearts, roasted red peppers, and black olives) and drank a glass of Riesling. Oh, and I made myself soy chai when I got home, because my dad was eating ice cream while we watched a movie and I passed on buying coconut milk ice cream at the store saying I was going to have chai instead. Also, because I'm a lardass. God, I'm depressed about this.
After googling endlessly, and frantically estimating, I have decided I ate a stupidly large number of calories today. (See below.)
I'm going to... I don't even know what. I guess I'm just going to pretend it's somehow good for my metabolism? Yeah, I don't believe it either. Then I'll restrict the hell out of tomorrow. Which shouldn't be too hard - I have to work from 9am-9pm.
But, Jesus, did I eat a lot today.
In cooler news, my dad got me a birthday present this afternoon. It's a newly released iPad 2! Black, 64GB, with a Smart Cover. Fuck-to-the-yeah. I'll have an iPhone AND an iPad. Who wants to try to out-douche me now? Huh? Huh? It's ON, bitches. I am the douchiest douche who ever douched! (I've never actually douched, come to think of it. Who the hell does that anyway?)
I looked at the full moon tonight, too. It's something like 14% bigger and 30% brighter than usual. The Algonquins called the full moon in March the Worm Moon.
But tonight I learned that another name for it is the Death Moon. Well, fuck me running, tonight is the EMO MOON! Hahahahaha! To get fully into character, please join me for a discovery I made tonight while researching the full moon...
Other Fun Moon Fact: My mother went into labor with me on the night of a full moon - February 27th, 1983. Want to know what many of the Native American tribes from my area of the U.S. called it? The Hunger Moon.
*puts on black glasses, scribbles crappy poetry, dies alone*
(Editor's Note: I simply cannot believe it took me 28 fucking years to figure out that little piece of trivia. How have I gone this long with an eating disorder without a gem of twat-fodder like "I was born under the Hunger Moon" in my repertoire? I've missed out on some awesome opportunities to be a gigantic asshat over the years. I may never forgive myself for this.)
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