| Dec. 19th, 2009 @ 05:19 pm (no subject) |
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Current Mood:  sad
Ergh. My plans to go under 400 cals today got ruined by my mom. She tried making chocolate pastries, and made Allegra (my younger sister) and me taste it for her.
I refused the pastry, insisting that I don't have a sweet tooth, but she made me eat it anyway. Sweets taste horrible to me. I couldn't even purge. My mom made me do the dishes with her, and she stared at me while I finished the pastry - god, it was painful eating such a sweet and fattening food.
So after I had the pastry, and realised I had no chance of ever purging, I put on my running gear and went out for a run - at four plus, where it was pretty cloudy. I rounded up a 2 mile jog, and went home.
My mom saw me in my trainers, nike tee and shorts, and she scowled. She was like, 'Why do you bother running so much?' I was so tempted to answer her, 'Because I wanted to get rid of that pastry you made me eat.' But I didn't.
I went back to my room, and Allegra was being a bitch, as usual. She asked me why do I even bother to run 80 miles a week, only to stay so fat. God, I wanted to slug her that instant. She doesn't deserve that figure of hers. >:[
Hope everyone's doing alright.
-Alysson. |