spoiled chinese girl

“Think of 3 pictures you'd like to see. Things around my house, or whatever.. something I can take a picture of easily! Have fun, and once I've gathered up all the requests, I'll make a post of the ones I manage to get a picture of.”

THEN……..

I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything.

And one week is really all I could stand. Bye bye fast.

I would like to thank Phil for not letting me stop earlier, and encouraging me to keep going.

And to anyone wondering, it's not that I was so super-starving that I *HAD* to eat. For the past 7 days I woke up perfectly fine, with the same normal hunger moods that anyone else who was eating normal meals would wake up with. I would make that lemonade stuff and not be hungry anymore. My energy this entire time has stayed exactly the same as when I was eating actual food unless I was doing a totally boring and mundane task so (obviously) I would get sleepy. I might even dare to say I was MORE energetic than normal when I would eat, mostly because at this time of year, I would be putting nothing but fried, heavily oiled and generally crap food into my system. I would still get hungry around noon, and around 5-6ish like everyone else. And I would drink that lemonade stuff again. I'm perfectly healthy and probably more healthy for doing this than if I just started off my school year eating at the various fast food joints and pubs that litter the area. This was an exercise in training myself to eat healthy. The easiest way of removing cravings for shite food is literally to stop eating. To let my body erase the memory of shite food. Then to eat healthy, so I can enjoy that just as much.

This stopping early really isn't even a question of my willpower for needing to finish at 10 days. My goal was to start last Saturday (Sept 2nd) and go until Monday. Which would have been my 10 days, and a full week at school. Saturday didn't happen so I started Sunday. Which means going until this coming Tuesday, a day over my original plan, but still do-able. But what can I say? I woke up in a cranky mood because some idiots were having a party (literally) right under my window with their cheap crappy music playing the night before, and just didn't feel like drinking more lemon juice. Go figure. Immediately after buying another grouping of lemons. And a new thingie of maple syrup.

But healthy eating abound. I should have made the title of this entry “You don't win friends with salad! You don't win friends with salad!” Bags of salad are my friend. Mostly because I don't have to do any work, and I wouldn't know how to make a salad anyways even if you asked me to.

Anyways. It's freezing in here, and it's a nice sunny day outside. I need to find me a solid stable fence and/or wall and some flat ground. A unicycle that is in motion stays in motion. A unicycle that is laying on the ground does nothing.

I'm surprisingly not tired, nor exhausted, and not even very cranky at the thought of not eating until next Tuesday. I will admit I am cranky at the fact that I really am not finished this whole fasting experience until the week after THAT because I need to try and train my body to accept food, since I've been doing quite well with the whole let's not put anything solid into my mouth bit. Tea is disgusting, no matter what flavour it is, and I'm happy I noticed it said “caffeine-free” AFTER I purchased it.

One of my classes yesterday told me that on average, people who keep journals or diaries are more successful than their non-journal-keeping counterparts. Of course, out of a classroom of approximately 60 or so students, I was one of TWO who actually admitted to keeping one. (I've kept many in the past but this is the only one I update on a regular basis.) I'm happy for that fact, while I share much of my life online, I keep many sections of it private. And in doing so, need to get out a pen and paper to express my thoughts through the true written word. No classes today however, today should be book-buying and job-hunting. Too bad I don't have any copies of my resume printed out. I should go photocopy it or something. At least it'll look HALF decent.

Last night's unicycle-club meeting was fun. It was my first time taking the TTC there though. But the worst of all was the walk to pick up the ringleader of the unicycle militia and the multitude of “Get on your unicycle!” comments I got. I didn't practice that much while there though. I didn't really feel like it, which is odd. But I think it's a combination of a ton of new people, and no one I really recognized (that don't annoy me to no end.) But he's the expert. So what can I say?

I unicycled more on the way home from the subway station then I did at unicycle club. Yay for the enormous amounts of construction which results in tons of fences, scaffolding, and just random concrete thingies with poles sticking up between them. Oh, I unicycle inside my apartment as well, in case you're wondering. I just can't do it in open pavement yet. I want to learn how to jump on stuff. I need to figure out how to borrow a particular unicycle from a particular unicycle enthusiast.

Anyways. I really should leave. And find myself a job. But I'm still not in the mood to do so. Go figure.

yea. right. i don't know, a few hours maybe?

For one thing I'm not hungry. I could have sworn that not eating for ten days would make someone very hungry. Well I'm only on day four. So whatever. But that is not my main concern. It's that this lemonade juice thingie isn't doing what I thought it would do. I should go read that book more throughly. I don't go to the bathroom nearly as much as I thought I was supposed to.

Even worse, I do nothing but tempt fate. I walk through food courts, I hang out at restaurants. I go to the carnival with free food. I will be hosting a residence orientation with free pizza. I will end up at a bar with free booze and wings. Did I mention the many times I thought of “Well no one would notice if I ate a bag of popcorn from the carnival” and that I have three bags of chips in my backpack?

I'm bored. Fasting is the most boring thing I've ever done. I have no internet, I have no cable, and now I have no food. I've been told to “just do it a little later” preferably when I once again have cable and internet. But what's the point? The last 4 days would have been for nothing. But I am extremely bored. I'm bored of the taste of lemons and maple syrup. I'm bored of constantly putting too much cyanne pepper into this mixture and burning the tastebuds on my tongue. I mean, I'm excited about brushing my teeth. For the simple reason that it's some OTHER taste in my mouth. I'm also bored of not being able to chew. Wow. I get cranky when I don't eat.

Anyways. I need to go out and do something! I have all these orientation things filled with food tonight. And tomorrow hopefully Filipe will take me to unicycle class since I no longer have a moterized means of transportation and I have not a freeking clue how to get there by transit. Yay!

I have class in half an hour. I'll probably b**** and complain some more tomorrow. See ya!

P.S. Too cute. mal went and wrote a big entry himself You make me smile.