Hey heyyy :) so, this whole clean eating deal isn't too bad so far. (I'll probably be crawling for a doughnut in 3 days) so I'm enjoying the moment for now. It's so true that eating healthy makes you feel better. I instantly feel more energized by eating fruits and vegetables rather than something high in sugar or fat. I'd like to think I'm sort of like a plant. When I was a little girl I always wished you could just water a seed and a bubbly daisy would spring up from the dirt like magic, but I had to learn (and am still learning) that all good things come with patience and moderation.
Apparently I still have a long relationship of learning with this particular principle because I continue to be a plant murderer.
Which reminds me of my cactus. At the beginning of the school year I had a beautiful pet cactus named Carter. I loved him dearly indeed. He made me so happy. Sometimes I'd come home from school and just stare at him in the windowsill, infatuated with his dangerous beauty. I gave him everything. YET somehow Carter was not satisfied with my generous services, and he died. I'm pretty sure it was suicide because I did everything in my power to keep that photosynthetic nuisance alive. I even color coordinated the rocks in his soil!
So anyway I did pretty good today diet wise. Except I had some Chinese food. But does that even count, honestly?? When it comes to Chinese food I have this rationalization complex which is triggered in my brain because of the pleasant qualities it possesses.
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