The madness.

Oky. I've officially been a lame-pants at updating this week.
Apologies. I've been (more than) a little stressed.

Yep. I know I said Monday oughta be buried in my mental archives.
But it's been a pain in my noggin, so let's see if laying it out here helps.

So. Here be the tale of Morgan's Monday Meltdown!

Whelp, things were rollin' along just fine, for most of the morning.
Then Physics class happened.

...Nature picks the most inopportune moments to call.

Middle of lecture, of course.
I decided I could hold out until the windbag finally shut his trap. Somehow survived, raised my hand, and asked in my sweetest tone if I could please be excused to the lady's room.

"No."

Morgan: Uhm. WHUT?
Did he really just say that?

"Blahblahclassworkblahblah*

Morgan: Dude. I don't care about your dern classwork. I have the highest grade in this class.
AND I AM DYING HERE. I NEED TO PEE.

Unfortunately (or fortunately), none of that made it out my mouth. I was utterly stunned.
Isn't there some sort of unwritten law?

"Man cannot come between woman and her bathroom without risk of castration."

Well, if there was..I JUST WROTE IT.

But honestly, the reason I needed to go so badly was because I always drink a tonna water in the morning. Reason being that...my heart still isn't in fantastic shape (Oh, btw, I did a pulse check last night before bed, and my RHR was in the low/mid 50's. Is this too low? I really can't afford to see my GP right now unless it's absolutely necessary), and I struggle to keep my blood pressure up.

And, well, 2 cups H20+1 cup tea hastah go sumwhere.

I'm ashamed to admit I had something of a breakdown in class. I feel like all the issues that have been coming up recently are rooted in ED.
If I could just SQUASH him, everything would be so.much.easier.

Same feeling was later reconfirmed in Spanish class, when I attempted to ask la profesora after class if I could not do the food/exercise diary she had assigned.

"Attempted", because I choked on my tears and basically garbled to her for 4 minutes before she grasped the request.
Brilliant, Morgan.
Worse, I apparently worried her to the point that she emailed Mum.
Which meant fun times when THAT woman came home.

Whew.
I love your guts if you read all that.
And I admire your sense of self-preservation if you did not.

Wow. Whaddayknow? I DO feel bettah. =D
POSITIVITY SHIFT.

Now I can blurb about today. But first, because it was just so dang'licious:

Aftahnoon snacky de yesterday.
Speaks for itself, methinks.

Undressed.
Ooh. Scandalous.

Noshed on that suckah before therapist's appt.
Mum went with, and we had sushi afterwards.
YAY RAW FISHIES.
Okay. Sorry.
I just really love sushi.

The appt. went well, btw. Blogging came up, and my therapist thinks y'all are the bombdiggety. ;]

Pre-weighing anxiety was also addressed. She suggested that, instead of distracting myself (pushing back the fear), I discuss it with someone. Friends, Mum, whoever.
Well, not just whoever.
(Much as I'm sure hoboman would love to listen to my problems.)
But you know what I mean, jellybeans. =D

Okay. So today was the fan-freakin-tastic, foodwise.
Have patience. You'll see.

Brekkie!
Activia with strawberry almond granola and golden raspberries. Plus tea.
Be warned. This is only the perty "before".

THE GORY AFTERMATH.

Oh well. Looks aren't everything.
It still made my tummy a happy camper. =]

Blargh. School just isn't worth talkin' 'bout, so I'll squish lunch in here and move on.

*LUNCH*

Ham and cheese sammie with Pirates Booty and part of mini Vitamin Water.
Also had bite of shortbread cookie, but he tasted stale.
Sad fate, for one so young. *sniff*

Somehow, by the time school got out, I was a ravenous monster.
All who crossed my path shied away in terror.

...

Bahaha. Right.

But anyhow. I figured it was high time to get my best ol' buddy off the shelf.
MISTAH SMOOTHIE MAKAH.

Strawberry-boonana smoothie made with almond milk, and kettle popcorn.
Just for you, Erbear. ;]

Afterward, I hauled booty to piano lesson. Teacher hooked me up with some Chopin.
SCORE.

Though, unfortunately, snack didn't hold me over well. I was hungray in less than 2 hours.
I am seeing peanut buttah in my future. Oh yes.

However, my problem then was easily remedied.

Pork buns with teriyaki-garlic roasted broccoli.
This was an adventure to cook.
Why? Well..

Psh. Who sez you need a steamer?
It ain't rocket science.

Oh, and I recreated an ice cream concotion I made a few nights ago, when I didn't post (BAD MORGAN).
Eet iz inspired by Kiki, and, well, it knocked my fuzzy little socks off.

French vanilla ice cream with crumbled Buttahfingahs on top.
Ah. Life is good.

Oh, and for those of you who've been wondering - yes, I know you all have - but 'specially for Brooke:
I have decided to reveal my dirty little secret.

O.O

From the depths of the ice cream jungle.
IT'S NEVER-ENDING.

Hurhur.
Okay, so I know I wrotechall a novel, today. But it's in anticipation that I won't be able to blog tomorrah. My school has a massive, once-a-year class competition tomorrow night, so I'll be out late and wiped out.

Oh gosh. I'm getting old, aren't I?

*glance at clock*

Definitely bedtime.
Sweet dreams, blogland!