See, I just came back from Tweens camp on Saturday and man, was I disrupted. I totally loved the camp. When I came home, it was already 8pm. And when I went into my house, I felt soooo uneasy and uncomfortable. But, of course, you would, right? Cuz you’re still unable to adapt to sudden new surroundings. I wanted to stay at SU forever and never come home, but of course, that is ultimately impossible. Duh. SU has been like a heaven to me.
At camp, I didn’t eat much, cuz I kinda lost my appetite. I felt hungry, but I didn’t want to eat. It’s that weird feeling. So when I came home, I couldn’t eat either. Everytime I put something into my mouth, I would puke it out. It was that terrible. So I just drank a mug of hot Milo, and that I nearly vomitted too.
I slept early that night, even though I didn’t want to. I mean, Harry Potter is on tv! And I’m missing it! Nevertheless, my eyelids closed with a soft ‘thud’ as soon as I lied on my bed.
The next day, I found out that I lost 2kg. I didn’t know if I was happy or sad, because before I went to camp, my mind was set on lose weight! Lose weight! but I failed and now I have succeeded. The negative part was my fear of anorexia, because I really couldn’t eat anything. Really.
Plus, as soon as I opened my eyes the next morning, my tears came spilling out of its sockets. It was terrible. I missed the camp so much. So, when I went down to eat breakfast, my dad was there, waiting, so I took a piece of cake and went outside to eat while my tears came splashing down. (I’m a crybaby, I know.) But I couldn’t eat the cake. I really couldn’t. In the end, I forced it all down no matter what and when to work. (summer job, ha.)
At the shop, I told the boss (which is, of course, my MUM) that I felt like puking, so she gave me plumballs to swallow. And I was like, what? I can’t even eat, and you’re telling me to swallow pills? But I had to, anyway, and chewed them into little pieces before swallowing them. (FYI, it tasted HORRIBLE.)
Lunch. I couldn’t eat. Again. I tried to rev up my appetite by choosing a big plate of rice with veg and fish. Then I sat down and picked my fork and- I couldn’t eat. I just couldn’t. So, my parents consoled me into eating just the veg. And that I didn’t even finish. So I went to King’s and bought bread to eat at home.
At home, I still couldn’t insert the bread into my mouth. But then, my favourite tv show was on and I finished the bread without realising it. After that, I onlined for 8 hours. And I found my appetite again. Yay!
Right, this is dumb I know, but I’m a dumb person. 😉
MORAL: Online helps to save you from starvation and anorexia and gastric.
OMG, I’m going to be fat again. DIETING PLAN: failure.