horrible.

yesterday... wow, I don't even want to think about it. It was horrible. I'm an emotional eater, as probably everyone is. It was pizza day at lunch, and I got a salad.. it was all good until my friend went and bought an entire pizza. I didn't eat a piece, but I ate like four pizza crust. no idea how many calories. So, I was promising myself to not eat any more today and that I was lucky I ate it at lunch and not dinner. Then I remembered.. they were throwing a party during eighth hour for anyone who doesn't have any tardies/DR's. I went and everyone told me to get a cookie.. so I did... tried to make it last, think about calories and fat.. didn't work. I ate about six cookies.... I can't even say how ashamed I am.

I continued on and got in a big fight with my dad.. like, big. It was about my mom. So then I walked with my friend A, the same one that gives me the apple, to her house in the freezing cold. It wasn't close but it wasn't far away either. So I really hope I burnt more calories. Anyway.. I made it to her house and avoided to eat. I came back home at around 6 and took a shower, then walked for about three hours outside with some friends... made it to the skating rink and there's a line. Oh, and guess who's in it ahead of us with his friends? Yeah. Him. Torture. Anyway, I was good once I got inside.. then a friend made me try these weird candies. I had somewhere around seven.. /facepalm. Anyway, right before we left (around 10:30) I had some skittles. Then I spent the night at A's house.. and she's always fucking eating. At two in the fucking morning I hear, "Hey, wanna go scavenge for food?" I had some Okra.. about 15 pieces. With ketchup. AT TWO!!

So now I'm sitting here blogging, and she's in the bunk under me and my stomach starts growling and she says, ".... what was that?" So now she's probably gonna try to feed me more. I really hate friends like this, but I love her to death.. UGH.

Company auditions are at two till three.. I don't want to weigh myself. And yesterday started out so good!! 148.4! Now I bet I'm 155 or something. Food, I hate you. So much.

And since I don't know how to reply to comments yet because I think it has to do with html codes and I suck with those, I'll try to reply to m4's comment here, hopefully she reads it!: I'm 15 years old and I'm 5'1".

Once I'm not as depressed about my binge day, I'll try to figure out comments.. Post later telling you about how auditions went! Peace.