Mom came home after I was asleep, so I evaded the question of, "What did you eat today?" successfully. She told me not to come to school today because of my mild cold, but if I stayed, I would've eaten something. And that is unacceptable. Unfortunately, for me, there was only an orange in the fridge. Mom must've eaten the tangerine :C.
I dreamed about food last night. It's been about 2 and a half weeks since that has happened, so I'm happy! Well, not when I woke up, though. I felt so bad at that time, thinking I really had eaten everything in my dream, but then I realized where I was and breathed a sigh of relief.
The last time I had those dreams were for an entire week, because I had about less than 500 calories a day and I was going to bed hungry. But every single night I would dream of a binge, and every single morning I would freak out, thinking it had been real.
The things about those dreams is that the food tastes exactly like it would in real life; that's what makes it so real when you wake up. The good part is that (well, for me) you feel satisfied after, because it's like you really had a taste of good food. And that helps you for the day of restriction.
Updating later :D
Stay skinny, loves!
*The above quote was taken from a blog I've been reading. It's such a beautiful paragraph, that I decided to make it an image and let you all experience the honesty of it.
If the above quote is yours, let me know! :D
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