like, spurrr meeee
i've written about practically starving myself whenever my boyfriend is about to visit. post-visit though, i allow myself a "mourning period" wherein i feel free to eat whatever and whenever i want. i usually give myself a week for this. of course, that week always extends to a couple of weeks to a couple of months. like right now.
i'm trying (key word being trying) to cut back on carbs again and was about to pat myself on the back last Wednesday when i managed to have caesar's salad only on my lunch break. when i got home, i went to get water from the ref and what did i see inside? a box of chocolate sans rival from Aristocrat and two boxes of pastries from DeliFrance. muffling a scream, i stare at the goodies excitedly and proceed to snatch two cream puffs, practically stuffing them into my mouth and had a slice of the cake. fucken sinful. pero shitshitshit everyone should have some of that chocolate sans rival. it's one of the best cakes i've ever had. AS IN.
then on Friday, i did away with smoking during my first break because i had a rice meal instead. i had soup at lunch and for some strange reason, by the time work ended, i was still hungry! so before going home, i went with some friends to "keps", as in KFC, to have a barbecue burger, fries and spaghetti.
i'm not even going to start recounting how much food i pigged out on the past few nights.
i kinda wish i'm bulimic.
* * *
i haven't been going out much the past few weeks (mostly because i haven't been able to afford my sorry lifestyle), but i've been more tired than usual. i've noticed that the weather is fast approaching summer levels and i'm not sure if that has anything to do with why i'm suddenly sick.
i haven't been feeling well since Friday, as i was experiencing neck pains and such. by Saturday, my throat was starting to itch and bitch. Sunday night, a runny nose and occasional coughing left me no choice but to converse with my callers in a low, husky voice.. none of them got irate with me. Monday morning, i woke up with a fever, stayed in bed the whole day and went in and out of sleep only to text a few friends and my boss to tell him i won't be able to make it to work. i already got up from my bed at 8pm to go downstairs and have the mandatory chicken noodles and green tea.
it's 158am now and i still feel like shit. the meds i took aren't helping, nor are they coming through with the "instant relief" they promised (i bet 10mg of Valiums would have done the trick). i hate taking meds, but i rarely get sick so i guess it's about time i did.
tapos my boyfriend's too busy working on his new car to spend time with me online (insert boo-hooing sounds of a desperate little girl begging for attention). and i absolutely hate how he's down to 120 pounds. it worries me. i know he's somewhat of a health freak, but it's a wee bit disturbing that he's happy about losing weight, when he never ever was fat to begin with. christ. as i told Ivan, i know i asked for skinny guys, but i didn't mean poster boys for UNICEF!
i'm not sure if i'm going to feel any better tomorrow, or later, but whether i do or not, i have to drag my sorry ass to work because i can't afford to miss any more of it. plus i have errands to run. plus i have to clean my room because we'll be moving to an apartment 3 doors down (wow, just like the band). actually, more like hand-carry the mostly unimportant crap i've accumulated during my post-adolescent years. like emotional baggage, i know it doesn't serve much purpose, but i'm still hesitant about letting it go. i'm so going to Fluxxe again this Thursday.. i need to dance and de-stress.
and yes, Joel, we are so watching "V For Vendetta" on Wednesday. get reservations na.
i'm trying (key word being trying) to cut back on carbs again and was about to pat myself on the back last Wednesday when i managed to have caesar's salad only on my lunch break. when i got home, i went to get water from the ref and what did i see inside? a box of chocolate sans rival from Aristocrat and two boxes of pastries from DeliFrance. muffling a scream, i stare at the goodies excitedly and proceed to snatch two cream puffs, practically stuffing them into my mouth and had a slice of the cake. fucken sinful. pero shitshitshit everyone should have some of that chocolate sans rival. it's one of the best cakes i've ever had. AS IN.
then on Friday, i did away with smoking during my first break because i had a rice meal instead. i had soup at lunch and for some strange reason, by the time work ended, i was still hungry! so before going home, i went with some friends to "keps", as in KFC, to have a barbecue burger, fries and spaghetti.
i'm not even going to start recounting how much food i pigged out on the past few nights.
i kinda wish i'm bulimic.
* * *
i haven't been going out much the past few weeks (mostly because i haven't been able to afford my sorry lifestyle), but i've been more tired than usual. i've noticed that the weather is fast approaching summer levels and i'm not sure if that has anything to do with why i'm suddenly sick.
i haven't been feeling well since Friday, as i was experiencing neck pains and such. by Saturday, my throat was starting to itch and bitch. Sunday night, a runny nose and occasional coughing left me no choice but to converse with my callers in a low, husky voice.. none of them got irate with me. Monday morning, i woke up with a fever, stayed in bed the whole day and went in and out of sleep only to text a few friends and my boss to tell him i won't be able to make it to work. i already got up from my bed at 8pm to go downstairs and have the mandatory chicken noodles and green tea.
it's 158am now and i still feel like shit. the meds i took aren't helping, nor are they coming through with the "instant relief" they promised (i bet 10mg of Valiums would have done the trick). i hate taking meds, but i rarely get sick so i guess it's about time i did.
tapos my boyfriend's too busy working on his new car to spend time with me online (insert boo-hooing sounds of a desperate little girl begging for attention). and i absolutely hate how he's down to 120 pounds. it worries me. i know he's somewhat of a health freak, but it's a wee bit disturbing that he's happy about losing weight, when he never ever was fat to begin with. christ. as i told Ivan, i know i asked for skinny guys, but i didn't mean poster boys for UNICEF!
i'm not sure if i'm going to feel any better tomorrow, or later, but whether i do or not, i have to drag my sorry ass to work because i can't afford to miss any more of it. plus i have errands to run. plus i have to clean my room because we'll be moving to an apartment 3 doors down (wow, just like the band). actually, more like hand-carry the mostly unimportant crap i've accumulated during my post-adolescent years. like emotional baggage, i know it doesn't serve much purpose, but i'm still hesitant about letting it go. i'm so going to Fluxxe again this Thursday.. i need to dance and de-stress.
and yes, Joel, we are so watching "V For Vendetta" on Wednesday. get reservations na.