Anna.

nearly everything I do is precise, it has meaning, it’s calulated…..whether it’s the way I ask you a question or the way i track every swipe of my debit card in a notebook….or exactly what I eat and how much.tonight I made broccoli & 1/2cup of brown rice (carbs to pull me through my night & day b/c I only eat I at night) ahead of time, I left it on the table to eat after my workout. so awesome of my  roommate to come home all whiney and annoying and simply toss it out because it was “sitting there”. then as I pull my broccoli out of the fridge I made for the next few days she goes “oh leave that out i’ll eat some” yeah bitch eat my food. eat my fucking food do it I didnt pay for it. she NEVER makes broccoli, that girl frys chicken on the daily and eats high-calorie white rice and tons of high-fructose sugar enhanced drinks. such a jerk off. I’m so pissed right now and wheat deprived. I seriously calculate, okay? that 1/2 cup rice was going to give me the nutrients and energy i need to avoid this fucking head ache I have right now. ugh. only a bajillion pounds to go. someone give me advice, help, tell me a story….motivate me.