Day 2, 8:22am

Good morning! I'm excited to express that I woke up happy this morning--a 180 degree change from the evening previous. I don't think there was a single thing that didn't upset me last night. My emotions were riding the same roller coaster as my hungry stomach and I can't say that the chocolate sitting on my desk helped with that at all. Needless to say, I got rid of it. Multiple tears were shed throughout the day, lots of explicit words screamed, and there was lots of unnecessary worrying about things other than how hungry my stomach was. Sleeping greatly helped me cope with the stress. After waking from a three hour nap at 6:00pm, I was still curled up with my stuffed animal in bed by 9:30. I don't think I can recall the last time I didn't see 11:00pm, 12:00am, or even 1:00am on my clock. Remember when I said that college students were entitled to tiredness and sluggishness? That also applies to staying up all night and complaining about it for the entire next day. That will be the last of my problems for the nine upcoming days.

Yesterday I succeeded in consuming a lemonade every two hours until bedtime.. I can't express whether I was hungry at the end of night, or the craving of the comfort of food--but it was a distressed, starving feeling. That's something I will need to get over. As I didn't have a drink before bed, I was worried about waking up ready to murder anyone and anything surrounding. I'm proud to say, that didn't happen. I woke up with ten minutes to leave for class, brushed my hair, threw on clothes, brushed my teeth, and made myself a lemonade. WARNING: DO NOT brush teeth BEFORE consuming lemonade. I mean, if you want to make the gross experience ten time worse, go right ahead. My barely awake, not thinking brain didn't take account for the mix of mint and lemon. Not good. Nonetheless, I threw on a sweatshirt, grabbed my bag, and sipped on my way out of the door--very stealthily, might I add, seeing as my roommate was still fast asleep.

Now, as I've finished my breakfast, I'm sitting in Kinesiology, incessantly sipping water, and ignoring my professor so that I can record my experiences of the last 24 hours--much more important than learning about physical therapy. In the twenty minutes I've been writing, my euphoric early morning has already sunken into a fuzzy, sleepy, and distant aura. So, here I am, sitting in class, not planning my meals (I think I'm over that), but planning my naps for the rest of the day. Yay! I don't think productivity will be my forte over the next nine days. I've decided to attempt taking it one day at a time, not looking back, and not gazing forward--but looking forward may be important, cause I'm gonna look damn good! That's the point right? Day 2, here I come. Stay posted, I promise I'll be back.