Sooooo yesterday didn't go particularly well.
No morning workout.
Breakfast: 1/3 cup oats with 1 tbsp peanut butter, a peach. 3 mugs green tea.
Mid-morning snack: Remaining 1/3 of an almond cookie.
2 hour modern class.
Lunch: Sesame seed bagel with cucumber, a carrot, 1/2 of a bell pepper, 12 almonds.
2 hour modern class... oh wait, we just chatted the whole time. Which was nice, and helpful, and I didn't have much energy anyway, but there goes 2 hours of exercise. Whoops.
2 hour comp class. A little walking around, a little dancing. Nothing notable.
Got home. Hungry as fuck. Chugged "flavored sparkling water" (aka diet soda in fruit flavors, let's be real). Felt less hungry.
Ate pita chips, a bagel with cucumber, the rest of the cucumber, a chocolate cookie, more pita chips. Purged purged purged. (So much for not having time to b/p).
Took laxatives afterwards, just in case.
We interrupt this intake log to bring the following news: that was three days of b/p in a row. I think I might be slipping into an actual sub-type? Interesting.
Went to the show. There, had 2 cups of coffee with sugar free vanilla syrup and 2 packets of sugar.
Got back to the dorms. Ravenous. And of course everyone was in the lounge, eating (ordering pizza, getting take-out) and watching tv. I hate (oh fucking god): 2 sesame seed bagels with peanut butter; one had sliced apple, the other had sliced peach. A few handfuls of pita chips. 5 tortilla chips with guacamole.
Luckily I already had the laxatives in me.
Went to bed at 1:30 am. Woke up at 6, stomach in knots. Laxatives haven't fully worked their magic yet, but they're getting there. I feel bloated and disgusting.
The funny part, and what this post's title refers to, is that this morning's "bloated" (at least, and excuse me for TMI, after laxatives have been partially effective) looks a hell of a lot better than "normal" from three days ago. That's progress. Of a sort.