Last night I did 3,000 leg lifts, sweating in the dark, moving as quickly as possible so I could finally sleep.
Two hours after starting I was done, and I collapsed against my pillow, hair sticking to my face.
This morning my parents woke me up for gym at the youth center. My legs weren't sore like I thought they'd be, but I felt like a zombie.
I measured out 1/8 cup of plain oats (37.5) for my oatmeal. We're now out of the plain stuff, so I'll have to use the packets again.
When we got to the youth center, Mr.D grinned, asking "Do you want to see your awards?"
Blinking, I asked "what?" as he led me along to see both of my drawings I'd submitted, one with a first place on it and the other with a second place. I blinked again, stunned.
Now that I've won in region, it will go to national.
I'm happy. I am. I'm just tired.
"Are you okay? You look pale."
"...What? I'm always pale."
"More than usual. Your lips are white."
"Oh."
For lunch I had a bundle of pills. A calcium pill, two multi-vitamins (8), a vitamin C pill, One-A-Day Womens, and an appetite control pill.
A spoonful of frosting shoved in my mouth [I spat most of it out] (10), tofu (210), corn (80), pickle slices (4), fruit cocktail (100).
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