Food Is Not Love

Tonight I am stranded at Laura's house. I got off work and the roads had been covered in snow, making it impossible to drive all the way home. So, since Laura's house is so close to my work I ended up there. This wouldn't be so bad except I miss my Bella, my puppy, because I promised her I wouldn't be gone for long this time. I also planned to workout when I got home, now I have to improvise and do it in front of Laura which makes me really self-concious. And a really terrible part is that her om is making a huge dinner that I am expected to eat. It is nearly impossible to get out of it. Its homemade waffles, eggs, bacon, and fruit salad. There's no way I can eat all that and meet my goal by Friday. There is also no way I can eat it and purge it the way I would at home, because there is no privacy here. There is also no way I can just not take any food either because that will get noticed and make her mom feel bad. I hate how people have so many feelings tied up in food. It makes everyone who isn't that warped, feel bad for not having a sick attachment to food. Food. Is. Not. Love. Now repeat. So I am thinking that I will take food, and when we go to the basement I will cut it up in small pieces and move it around the plate, but I can eat the fruit because nothing else is added to it. I already ate a cereal bar(130) for breakfast and cheese and crackers(275) at work. That is insane that I have already consumed so much. I wish I was home so I could go about my life in its normal way. I don't know how I am going to do my cardio here, I guess I will have to make use of DDR or something. This seriously blows.


This is my baby Belle.  She is my life, and I love her more than anything in the world.