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- Me: Guess waaat.
- Sean: Damn... okay I got this.
- Me: ._.
- Sean: Uh you have food?
- Me: Close.. it's food related.
- Sean: You won a life time supply or a food?
- Me: Noooo.
- Sean: Gained weight?
- Me: NO ;___; ... I've lost weight.
- Sean: Became anorexic?
- Me: NOOOO.
- Sean: Won iron chef?
- Me: THIS IS TOO EXTREME.
- Sean: Watched hell's kitchen?
- Me: no..
- Sean: Stepped on food? Snorted wasabi? Made food? Ate food? Bought food? Wasted food? Played with food? Stole food?
I use to have a thing about germs.
When I was little, I’d freak out if you drank from my cup or bit off from my food. Not to mention if you sneezed (by the way I still hate sneezing) I hate body fluids. Spit. Pee. Snot. Sweat. All grosses me out, just now… I don’t mind sharing drinks or food, but the rest still bothers me with no end.
The point to this short failed story is that I’m wearing latex gloves. (And I like it) Makes me feel like my hands won’t ever get dirty :D
Day five: fuck temptation.
All day I’ve been craving sugary and salty food because I’ve cut back a lot of that junk food.. I gave in, but I watched my portions.. or at least tried. I had a couple of Cheetos, a small pudding cup and half an apple sauce… and when that didn’t make it better.. Since I still craved more, I had honey but Cheerios. :3 Exercising wise, I’m getting faster.. but I’m also pushing myself more. I always listen to upbeat music, so I count each beat and run until its over. Usually the songs I listen to are 3-6 minutes long.. ._. so when the next one comes on, I walk really fast for half a song. I got a minute and a half off my mile this time. I’m getting a little sore again when I run, so it’s hard to keep going.. but I shut my eyes really tight and imagine the body I want. I imagine the feeling of being free of any insecurities. I don’t have many left. My braces are coming off in about five months or so.. my face is clearing up… all that’s left is the extra flabby fat that I never finished taking off. ( In seventh grade, I weighed 130 at like barely 5'0".. And believe you and me, it wasn’t muscle. LOL. I hated myself ( during my turn of my depression where it got very suicidal ) because I hated who and what I saw I the mirror. I wanted to change that, lost 20 lbs and never finished ) So, I’m taking off any extra flab or fat, trying to get it all toned.. I’m desperately trying to find food thats healthy and that I like ( extremely picky eater ) and I just want to feel 100% comfortable in my own body… that’s all. The photo shoot is what helped me get motivation to get off my buttons exercise. It’s not my reason, but it’d be like a reward you know? To be fit, in shape and pretty damn healthy.. and all that work will allow me to actually start getting into modeling. Oh one more thing, I actually looked forward to working out today. I felt extra happy that I was feeling resentful against the whole working out thing.
January 9th, 2011- 2:21 am
Eating Panda Express♥
Despite being White, Filipino, Japanese and Native American, I was made off the ORIGINAL PANDAS. (A recently closed restaurant in my hometown called Pandas) My mom use to eat their food all the time, I grew up eating it all the time, and I still eat American-ized Chinese food. Don’t get me wrong, occasionally I’ll try the real stuff, but American-ized Chinese Food > Real Chinese Food.
- Aimee: I want a boyfriend.
- Lexi: Dude, I haven't had a boyfriend for almost 11 months.
- Aimee: I want a boyfriend who would rush to get me food.
- *Continues to watch movie*
- Lexi: SEE? WE NEED SOMEONE LIKE THAT *points to character* If a guy got food as fast as he got her alcohol.. I'd be happy! :D
- Aimee: He's awkward.
- Lexi: Too awkward.




