Thursday, August 05, 2010

   "You already have a Diet Coke in the fridge."
   "Okay, can I get a vitamin water?" I ask, fingers twitching at my sides.  Five calories in this one.
   "Don't get that one," Mom says. The triangle closes in. Mom, Dad, screw up Daughter. She grabs a sugar-y orange flavored juice and hands it to me, twisting it so I can see the nutrition label. She points.
   "Look, there's not even that many calories. See? Fifty in a bottle."
   No, it's fifty per serving. Three servings. "Mom, I don't want it..."
   "It's not that many calories."    "I DON'T CARE ABOUT CALORIES," I yell in middle of the store.
   "Shh, be quieter."
   I shove the one she handed me back in the cooler and grab some random drink. "I'll just get this," I say. It's been five minutes and I'm already mad. Everything has to be such a big fucking deal. I can't pick so much as a flavored water without there being some interrogation, some struggle for who gets to choose.
rice w/ tofu = +340
6oz Light&Fit yogurt = +80
1 bottle Diet Coke = +7.5 
2 liters water = 0
1 Laughing Cow Light Cheese Wedge = +35,exercise = -1500
weight = -0.290 lbs

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