The calorie count site i used has shut down, I'd spend hours making custom recipes for everything I'd ever baked, and for every lunch I might pack for school

I keep seeing videos on the influencer with the paid ED coaching group and I almost miss the themed challenges on mpa where it was like being a forest fairy or wizard school

It's a little fucked that summer nostalgia for me is abt being alone all day on Tumblr and mpa, sneaking (why was I sneaking? ) walks on the treadmill, and doing math for personal menus

Also a loop around is ~25 steps. Which is great for doing math- 40 loops for 1k steps

Finally got a path cleared in the living room and got a nice 2k steps in while catching up on watching skating

Please let the me who bought all these cucumbers have the energy to prep them later

Using a treadmill and feeling eh about there being someone next to me

And then wondering what is up bc this poor lady stops and takes a phone call literally every 2 mins of three 40 I've been here

To be even more normal, my cover story is that I took several nutrition courses in college. I'm not even thin! No one's gonna question me in the first place!

I feel like my vibe at work is that I'm perfectly normal about food....but then when we're all discussing how the cafeteria menu nutritional info is always wrong, I have weirdly strong guesses on what the correct info should be.

My workplace fitness newsletter for the month just got sent out. There's fun tips like "am I hungry enough to eat an apple? If not, try having water or taking a walk."

Got my pitcher of iced coffee and my overnight oats all ready for tomorrow; begging to have a decent week

I cannot wait until the construction all around me is done. I feel like my mental health would be 10% better if I didn't have to hear hammering and beeping 7am-sunset. Also if I could sleep in past 7 on a weekend

Snow day was great but also my step count is abysmal due to outside being wet freezing

Looking at holiday photos through the years and I can remember how anxious picking an outfit was, knowing so many photos would be taken. Remembering how stressful all the dinners were