Say hello to the shrinking in your head.

That is how I sometimes feel about the other secretary in my office. N is a lovely woman. I enjoy her company (it's pretty much just the two of us in the office every day). I like chatting with her. I actually think she's my favourite out of all the other people with whom I've ever worked. But pretty much every day N comes back from her lunch break with a bag of fast food. I sit there on the other side of the room at my desk, trying to nibble on my lettuce and hummus, all the while smelling the intoxicating fumes from her Wendy's chicken sandwiches and fries. 

So remember that psychotic My Little Pony post from a while back? If not, go now and familiarize yourself with my psychosis. On the same page now? Good. 

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OMG IT'S NON-BEDDY EYE BABY LOFTY!!!!!

She is now Officially the most valuable pony in my collection. She arrived on Friday, all the way from Brazil. 

Although  at the same time I feel kind of deflated now. I've found my holy grail (well, Holy Grail #2--this was the first Holy Grail [the last one on the right, though she was not nearly as expensive]). Now I must find a new pony to hunt down and acquire. I'm thinking maybe Ice Crystal. Or Mint Dreams (last one in that list)--I've been looking for her for a while. There's a bunch I really want, but not so desperately that I will spend spend spend because if I get one pony, I'll get loads and be bankrupt in very little time. Perhaps instead I shall work on purchasing a nice curio cabinet for all the ponies. At the moment they're all stuffed into boxes under my bed.

Went to see my niece in a fashion show Friday night--some kind of brownies/girl scouts fundraiser. It was cute, if not a little frightening to be surrounded by that much estrogen (very very few men or boys in the room...). The worst part was the snack table. 

I couldn't get a better photo without looking like a freak, but HOLY CRAP there were so many delicious goodies!! And of course we were sat at the table right next to it. 

But I did not touch a single thing on that snack table. Not one bite. Which left me at 180 cals for the whole day. I couldn't have any more because I didn't get to work out. 

But then I had a scare later on that night, around 10.30. As I was getting ready for bed, I began feeling the unmistakable signs of Serious Collapse: couldn't catch my breath, stomach started hurting and I felt super nauseous, and then everything started to get very dark. 


And I was like oh crap--what do I do? I had no emergency food in my bedroom, which was obviously the thing that would save me. All I had was the last dregs of a bottle of Wawa diet lemon iced tea and some beef jerky. So I crawled into the loo with both of those and sat down on the toilet, head between my knees because I think I remember someone telling me to that once before, trying to take deep breaths. It wasn't working. I haven't been that freaked out in a while. 


Eventually, I managed to get downstairs. I had to be super stealth, because it was essential that Mum not see me in that state. I managed to eat an ice cream sandwich and some honey nut cheerios and felt better. 


And did any of this deter me from my starvation? Not a chance. Now you skeptics try and tell me I don't have something wrong with my head. 

Sorry I suck at commenting. I've been running around like a chicken with its head cut off because I overbook myself. I'll get around to everyone's blogs tonight--I promise! Hope you're all having a good weekend. Stay conscious, my loves. <3