slept late.
more leftover pizza. eff. even *I* can't eat THAT much pizza.
2 pieces - 600?
then concertness, then eat out with mom and Nick.
at least 20 pieces of sushi of all sorts, ginger salad & miso soup - 1700?
could be way less or way more... there was tempura and cream cheese involved in some of them, but others were way healthy. no idea... Asahi Sushi in Clinton Twp was awesome though. MOM even ate a piece of tempura salmon with cream cheese!
2 japanese beers - 400?
2 arcadia beers at home - 400?
chocolate with peanut butter - 600?
omg. for not eating most of the day, wow.
I must have said, “I’m starving,” at least 3 times at the sushi place yesterday. Mom and Nick kept saying, I’m not that hungry. And in response I’d be like, well, I’m STARVING.
I need to get this feeling and this phrase out of my life. First, it’s my fault for hardly eating all day, then I feel like I AM starving, even though I have no real idea what that concept is like. Not like I’m a starving child in a 3rd world country. I’m just a whiny middle class American.
Second, the phrase makes me feel empowered to eat whatever I want, pig out. My stomach told my brain, I hardly ate anything today, so I feel like I’m starving, so I should be able to eat until I’m stuffed. And then my brain says, it totally makes sense, stomach, I agree with you. Then I overeat, and I feel like somehow it’s warranted or forgiven, even though I go back to put the totals down and I cringe. I mean, I completely flinch. It makes typing the words and the numbers painful. Ugh.
then i realize that this food diary makes me rethink a very fun and satisfying experience as negative. shit. i had a great time at dinner. now after typing this it's all colored black in my memory.
3700 total-ish. sick. (but yummy. i'm trying to console myself because a lot of the food was relatively healthy (fish and veggies and rice...))
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