So when I arrived home, one of the first things my dad told me was, "I got all that healthy shit you wanted." So when he left for work, I decided to make breakfast. He forgot the celery, the carrots, the oranges, the vegetarian vegetable soup, and the low-cal bread. Instead, he got cauliflower, which I don't even like. Fuckin' a, man. I've already worked out once today, so I guess I'll go to the store before I run again. I think I'll eat half a can of soup first, so I don't shop hungry. If I do, I'll grab a chocolate bar on the way out or something. I don't trust myself.
E texted me today to say that she's lost six pounds over March. I congratulated her, but inside I am such a bitch. In my head, I was gloating. I've lost four pounds on the first week of the SGD alone. I think she started purging again, though. She initially lost a stone doing it, but decided it was "unhealthy." She's the only real life friend who knows that I've ever purged, but I told her it happened "only once." What a lie. Purging isn't my favorite, but I'm not afraid to do so when the need arises.
On a more personal note, there was a guy at the debate tournament. He was cute, tall, geeky, and we had about five billion different things in common. I tried really, really, really hard to like him. But no... I can't see myself having for feelings for anyone besides T. And that kind of scares me.