I think my breakfast and lunch today will be purely caffeinated drinks.
It's 450AM, and I have just finished my homework.
Now, I have to go shower, sleep, and wake up at 630AM.
I also have a Chem quiz later, and a Driver's Ed test.
I wonder if I'll even be alert enough to pay attention to the words.
Good night.
I think my breakfast and lunch today will be purely caffeinated drinks.
It's 450AM, and I have just finished my homework.
Now, I have to go shower, sleep, and wake up at 630AM.
I also have a Chem quiz later, and a Driver's Ed test.
I wonder if I'll even be alert enough to pay attention to the words.
Good night.
I'm always online.
This is a sort of... warning to you guys?
Not sure if warning is the right word.
But anyway.
This week is going to be intense.
I have a lot of tests and homework to do.
And that's only what I'm sure of.
I don't know what else my teachers'll assign me.
Also, Saturday morning, I'm taking the SAT.
It's just a practice, but that means I can't stay up late that night.
This is a sort of... warning to you guys?
Not sure if warning is the right word.
But anyway.
This week is going to be intense.
I have a lot of tests and homework to do.
And that's only what I'm sure of.
I don't know what else my teachers'll assign me.
Also, Saturday morning, I'm taking the SAT.
It's just a practice, but that means I can't stay up late that night.
And so I feel like. DAMN.
I don't want to not be able to talk to you.
And also, I missed you today because I had to study AP Bio for 5 hours.
So goodnight, guys.
And I'm really really sorry, but I'm not sure I can do anything about it at the
moment.
I was in a store with my mother earlier today.
And as we were walking out of the store, there was an older man in the same aisle,
looking at the stuff on the shelf.
And my mother passed by him without saying anything.
But I bowed a bit and said excuse me before I walked in front of him.
I didn't realize I had until he said, "thank you" after.
Now that I look back on it, I do that a lot to strangers and older people.
If I don't bow, I at least bow my head.
I was in a store with my mother earlier today.
And as we were walking out of the store, there was an older man in the same aisle,
looking at the stuff on the shelf.
And my mother passed by him without saying anything.
But I bowed a bit and said excuse me before I walked in front of him.
I didn't realize I had until he said, "thank you" after.
Now that I look back on it, I do that a lot to strangers and older people.
If I don't bow, I at least bow my head.
I can't tell what makes me do that.
I just feel like it's normal to do it.
Is there something you do without thinking about it? And now that you think about
it, you can't figure out why you do?
Hey, kids. This is a diary about weight and diet. Don't like it? Then gtfo. I'm
hella serious.
And if you want gratification before you leave, I'll tell you what you want to hear,
lie or not.
I'm an insecure little bitch, and I like poking my nose into other people's
business. (;
Oh, and I think I'm having a mood swing. And I may have written about this before.
Anyway.
Most of this "information," whether true or not, makes me a little sad.
Hey, kids. This is a diary about weight and diet. Don't like it? Then gtfo. I'm
hella serious.
And if you want gratification before you leave, I'll tell you what you want to hear,
lie or not.
I'm an insecure little bitch, and I like poking my nose into other people's
business. (;
Oh, and I think I'm having a mood swing. And I may have written about this before.
Anyway.
Most of this "information," whether true or not, makes me a little sad.
RENEE ZELLWEGER: for both Bridget Jones films Renee consumed 4,780 calories a day
for three months, eating 20 doughnuts a day, battered beef, fast-food burgers, chips
and shakes as well as pizza and peanut butter.
After the first film, she embarked on the Atkins diet. Now the 5ft 5in star
maintains her 7st figure on tuna, cold meats, dressing-free salads and raw
vegetables.
Two poached eggs: 148 cal.
One banana: 95 cal.
One tuna steak: 180cal.
Two portions dressing-free mixed salad: 100 cal.
100g cured thinly sliced beef: 160 cal.
One portion raw vegetables: 90 cal.
Total: 773 CAL.
KATE WINSLET: Having weighed more than 13st at school, she earned the nickname
Blubber and was mercilessly teased. In 1992, she realised she was being cast for her
size and lost 3st inside 12 months, leaving her a healthy 10st.
But two years later she convinced herself the industry would grant her entry only if
she was skinny. She existed on only an apple a day and herweight plummeted to 7st
10lb.
In 2003, while pregnant with her second child, Joe, she gained nearly 4st. She lost
this following an Oriental face-reading diet — where an analysis of skin, hair and
eyes determined the best way for Kate to shed the pounds. Kate ate no red meat or
milk, instead filling herself on chicken, potatoes, salad and butter.
One tuna salad: 386 cal.
One portion roast chicken: 255 cal.
One large baked potato: 176 cal.
One tbspn butter: 102 cal.
Total: 919 cal.
LIZ HURLEY: In the past, Liz has admitted to ‘eating very little breakfast, not
too much more lunch. Then tiny little snacks in the day, such as a banana or six
raisins. The only meal I have is dinner’.
Dinner consisted of a combination of brown rice, oatcakes and steamed fish. She also
takes regular pilates classes which burn around 300calories per session.
One banana: 95 cal.
Six raisins: 10 cal.
One 100g serving brown rice: 111 cal.
One oatcake: 48 cal.
One portion steamed cod: 90 cal.
One portion steamed haddock: 95 cal.
Total: 449 cal. ...the fuck. How do you live on this?
GWYNETH PALTROW: Mother-of-two Gwyneth has followed a macrobiotic diet for years.
Recently she adopted a diet prescribed by celebrity health guru Dr Joshi.
As well as dairy, red meat and alcohol, she is banned from eating wheat, tomatoes,
peppers, fruit, sugar and gluten. Typically she eats celery sticks for breakfast,
lentil soup for lunch and salmon with brown rice for dinner.
One portion celery sticks: 10 cal.
One portion lentil soup: 150 cal.
One portion grilled salmon: 127cal.
One 200g portion cooked brown rice: 216 cal.
Total: 503 cal.
KELLY OSBOURNE: After dinner with Sir Elton John in 2003, Kelly suffered severe food
poisoning. She vowed never to eat a piece of fish again — sticking to
cheeseburgers, hot dogs and chips. Besides, she recently told Teen Vogue: ‘Skinny
celebrities look beautiful in photographs, but when you see them in person they look
hungry.’
One bacon double cheeseburger with relish: 708 cal.
One portion large French fries: 570 cal.
One vanilla milkshake: 211 cal.
One hotdog in white bun: 242 cal.
One portion fried onions: 180 cal.
One large Coca Cola: 255 cal.
Total: 2,166 cal.
CLAUDIA SCHIFFER: For supermodel and mother-of-two Claudia, a ‘no breakfast’
rule works best. She says: ‘I eat nothing but fruit and vegetables before noon.’
When she does eat, her diet consists of grilled chicken salad and water for lunch and
a dinner of steamed fish, steamed vegetables and water(she does not drink alcohol).
One apple: 47 cal.
One orange: 37cal.
One 100g serving grapes: 60 cal.
One portion grilled chicken breast with no skin: 215 cal.
One serving mixed salad (no dressing): 50 cal.
One portion steamed cod: 90cal.
One serving steamed vegetables: 38 cal.
Water: 0 cal.
Total: 537 cal.
VICTORIA BECKHAM: Before the birth of her third child Cruz, Mrs Beckham was on the
strawberry diet. She ate a bowl of strawberries for breakfast and little else for
the rest of the day, except for litres of mineral water.
With such strict calorific intake, she maintained her 23in waist — the same
measurement as a seven-year-old child’s. Victoria upped her eating when she fell
pregnant, but five weeks after Cruz was born her flat tummy was back. She said it
was down to ’sensible eating’ and sticking to solely Spanish food.
Victoria reportedly ate lots of paella, olives and omelettes to shed the baby bump.
152g of strawberries: 49 cal.
One portion paella: 320 cal.
One 200g portion cooked brown rice: 216 cal.
One 8g portion olives: 10 cal.
Total: 595 cal.
It's like, the moment you're introduced to Hollywood, you feel this urge to lose
weight to look like everyone else.
I'm not going to lie. There are many people that look good skinny.
And if skinny models weren't attractive and appealing to people, we wouldn't have
them in fashion.
Being unnaturally thin is unhealthy.
And being overweight is also unhealthy.
See, I don't actually know where I'm going with this.
But.
Why go through all the trouble of eating so little so lose weight if you're at a
normal range?
I know I've done it before, but I can't figure out why I did it a while back. Maybe
it was pressure, maybe it was low self-confidence. Maybe. I don't know.
Ugh, fuck.
I know something, though.
Starving or binging makes you feel like a complete failure.
I definitely know this feeling with binging.
Even my pediatrician was mad at me.
Maybe it was good he got mad at me.
He snapped me back to reality.
I was becoming overweight.
And I've been down that path before.
It's a depressing path.
But also.
Losing weight by eating not nearly enough...
Also is depressing.
It definitely changes the way you think.
And how you act.
What you think about.
Everything.
Food is great.
And it sucks all at the same time.
I wonder if I'm PMSing.
GOD.
LEIGHLSRIHSEGLIEHLIESG.
Maybe it's school stress.
I don't know what became of this diary.
I don't think it makes sense anymore.
Alright.
Bio time.
So just to let you know, this is pretty much BS'd for English class.
Because I'm tired and need to get everything done as fast as I can.
There's no absolute clear moral to this story, so feel free to think up your own.
But overconfidence is part of it... at least. To me it is.
A young man, quite skilled in persuasion and deception, set out to achieve fortune
and status. For years, he persuaded those with a large influence in the community to
do him favors—to get him a well paying job, to supply him with money when he was
out of work—anything he really wanted. Unfortunately for this man, they started
So just to let you know, this is pretty much BS'd for English class.
Because I'm tired and need to get everything done as fast as I can.
There's no absolute clear moral to this story, so feel free to think up your own.
But overconfidence is part of it... at least. To me it is.
A young man, quite skilled in persuasion and deception, set out to achieve fortune
and status. For years, he persuaded those with a large influence in the community to
do him favors—to get him a well paying job, to supply him with money when he was
out of work—anything he really wanted. Unfortunately for this man, they started
catching on; they realized they would never be repaid for their help, and he would
soon abandon them. All of his financial support was cut, and he was left with
nothing but some clothes and an unloaded gun. He had no money, no shelter, and no
food.
He resorted to living in the cramped alleyways, eating food that had been thrown
out. Though, it only took him a few weeks before he came up with an idea. He had a
gun. He didn’t have enough to buy bullets, but no one had to know that.
He wandered from city to city. Under the secrecy of the night, he would sneak into
the residential areas nearby and scare the families into giving him money and
valuables. He always took a child as a hostage, in case they wanted to attempt to
call for help. They wouldn’t know if the gun was loaded or not. He knew no one
would risk their child’s life to find out.
He did this for months without ever being tracked down by the police. What a
great idea, he would think. I could live like this until I accumulate enough
to survive on my own. No one can catch me. I’m invincible. House after house
after house were struck, his attacks unpredictable. He would cover his tracks by
hitting a house, or maybe a few, and then disappearing for days or weeks. No
investigators were able to find any visible pattern as to where he hit and how often
he hit.
He soon let it get to his head. He knew he was superior. He knew he could run
forever. Or at least, he thought so. One evening, he came to find that he was
running very low on money. He had gone about a month without attacking so he would
lose anyone who was on his tail. His idea was to walk and scope out potential houses
to hit, and he found one that caught his eye. It was secluded, stocked with
valuables, and the only one who lived in the house was an elderly lady. This would
be the biggest hit yet. He went back to his motel room, which he placed under an
alias, to set up for this hit. Within a few hours, he was ready. It was getting
dark, the perfect time to set out.
Staked out in the back of the house, he waited for an opportunity to slip in. And
he found it. A window on the first floor was open, and he made his way through the
house. First step, find the hostage. The elderly lady was found in her room
upstairs, and he quickly led her by gunpoint to show him where she kept her most
valuable possessions. Unfortunately for him, he overlooked the fact that this house
had a security system, and the police had already been notified and on their way. He
was able to collect up a good amount of gold jewelry and cash before sirens were
heard outside. “WE KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE. COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP. YOU ARE
SURROUNDED.”
It’s good, you got this. They won’t move if you’ve got the hostage. He slowly
moved to the front of the house, stepping out with the elderly lady at gunpoint.
“YOU MOVE, AND I SHOOT. ARE YOU GOING TO RISK HER LIFE, NOW?”
The police hesitated and lowered their guns. They would get in serious trouble with
the department if she died because of their actions. They talked between themselves,
trying to figure out what to do next. To their surprise, one officer stepped up and
raised his gun. They shouted at him, “Stop! What are you doing? You idiot!”
“HEY, I WARNED YOU. SHE’S GOOD AS DE—“
--CRACK--
“Sometimes, you just gotta take that risk. He wouldn’t have the guts anyway;
it’s all bravado,” the officer said, as he lowered his gun. “Now go see if she
needs medical attention.”
The police all rushed up to the front to mark off the scene and help the elderly
lady to somewhere safer. With gloves on, an officer picked up and examined the gun
for evidence.
“Sir… it’s unloaded.”
