I'm tired and stressed about money as usual. The cable guy came today to fix the box, and I just kept thinking how fat I must look. I wondered if he thought I was fine just the way I was. I called mom soon after, told her what the guy said about the box, and hung up.

Around 12 I started getting the munchies. I remembered I bought my daughter some Graduates puff cereal snacks a few days ago. She doesn't seem to like them so much. But 77 pieces make 25 calories. I took out a small plastic bowl, and started counting the puffs to make the calculations on how many calories I'd be intaking, (I really wasn't going to eat 77 pieces, maybe 20 to 35) but then I changed my mind. I didn't want the calories in my system. I have the urge to fast. It's strange.

Yesterday I ate pretty well though.

Breakfast:
Nothing

Lunch:
2 sweat breads and a cup of coffee

Snack:
Hard sweet bread (Was meant to be dunked in coffee)

Dinner:
A cup of pasta with shredded cheese and cream cheese. It tasted more like lassangna (Mom's comment)

I mean, it means I ate. I ate! shouldn't that be enough?!