Hellooo everyone and happy Saturday! So as you guys know, these past few weeks have been pretty rough for Lil Red. I unfortunately resorted to some not so good habits as far as food goes. I was hella restricting what I ate every day for the past two weeks or so. I was only eating one small meal half way through the day and that was it. When I get stressed out I find comfort in heavily controlling my food consumption. For the first week or so it felt awesome having so much control over something even if it was as simple as how much I was eating. But on week two of my “one meal a day” diet, I was starting to feel absolutely miserable. I was exhausted, weak, and fucking starving. One incident that really stood out to me was when I was sitting at the kitchen table with my mom while she was eating lunch and I was eating nothing. She was having leftover Aladdin’s which is one of my all time favorite places to eat and I almost started crying looking at her plate of pita and felafel. My mouth filled with drool, my eyes were welling up with tears, and my stomach felt like it was going to collapse on itself with hunger. My mom kept offering me a bite and all I wanted to do was devour her whole plate, but instead I refused and ran up to my room to avoid the temptation. And don’t even get me started on watching my family enjoy a bowl of gorgeous strawberries that I told myself I “couldn’t” eat because it wasn’t part of my diet plan. All of the turmoil I was feeling from being surrounded by delicious food that I could look at but not touch always seemed to balance out when I would look in the mirror and see how skinny I was getting. I’m a small girl to begin with – 5’1 1/4 and barely over 110 pounds but I loved watching my body deteriorate into the “unhealthy” skinny territory. But then something changed. I was doing math homework this past Thursday and I felt like I was going to pass out. It was scary to feel like I was going to lose consciousness from sitting at the dining room table and feverishly writing out solutions to equations – that hardly counts as physically stimulating. Once my vision started going fuzzy and my head was pounding I stood up and made my way to the kitchen for something to eat, even though it wasn’t time for my only meal of the day. I opened the fridge and pulled out the plate of leftover vegetable enchiladas that I was fantasizing about for the past week and seriously couldn’t handle the anticipation of waiting for the food to heat in the microwave. Once my enchiladas were heated and I took my first bite I could literally feel the energy flowing back into my body. My head felt clear, the incessant rumbling in my stomach ceased, and the pounding sensation that I was feeling behind my eyeballs went away completely. After the enchilada incident, I decided that my “one meal a day” diet sucked ass and began to allow myself to eat more every day. The first few meals that I had afterwards were orgasmic. The microwave pizzas and bowls of cereal never tasted better. The glasses of milk never tasted creamier and don’t even get me started on the strawberries that I annihilated yesterday. Delicious. You never realize how amazing the food you’re eating tastes until you go to such extreme measures to restrict yourself from it. Even the not so good food was like a symphony on my taste buds. As I write this now, I anticipate lunch time with so much zeal and excitement I can barely focus. So I guess that means that it’s time to eat! Fuck a “one meal a day” diet!

I hope all of you guys are having an amazing day!! As you read in my last post, I’m going to see The Used tonight in Cleveland and I CAN’T WAIT!!! I’m looking forward to telling you guys all about it! What’s your favorite food in the whole wide world? What’s your favorite restaurant to eat at? I want to hear from all of you, so leave me a comment and let’s chat! Much love. -Sarah