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Saturday, November 5

Oh, dad...

Well, I'm at my dad's for the weekend, which has proven a bit of a challenge regarding my usual Saturday schedule. While him and his girlfriend went into the city this morning, I took the liberty of rummaging through the place for a measuring tape - I knew I should've brought my own with me! But never mind that. I'll just do it sometime when I get back to my mum's.

I just took a shower and stuff, dad said he'd bring breakfast back with him, even though I told him it wasn't necessary. They've got crispbread and eggs! Crispbread + eggs -> scrambled eggs on crispbread = YUM. But then I couldn't find my phone after they left, so I couldn't tell him to NOT buy me anything, and so I had to wait. Wait, wait, wait, watched some Scooby Doo to distract myself. AND THEN THEY CAME HOME WITH WHITE BUNS AND A CHOCOLATE CROISSANT. Needless to say, I made a short process of eating, and discarded over half of the croissant in the brown bag from whence it came. Now I just need to not snack all day and resist the urge to run, run, R U N!

Luckily it's noon already, so lunch is irrelevant. My dad moved the "truffle-dinner" from work to here, because it's only going to be six people. While they munch I shall be working vigorously, and standing upright, thank God, at least I'll be doing some sort of exercise scrubbing in the kitchen and running back and forth. We are usually offered dinner at work, but we'll see. I might eat some and trash it. I'm sad to say that giving away food and throwing it in the bin has become increasingly easier. It's not so much about weight, it's about the food that's available. Dad's been living so healthily these past few months, I wish he'd allow me to do the same. Then again, I used to eat that junk not too long ago. I'm just going to have to be subtle about this - like this morning for example!

"Hey, dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't be afraid to buy me something darker, alright? Grains won't kill me."

"You don't like soft buns anymore?"

"Sure I do, but I like grains even better."

"Okay then!"

And that's how it's done!

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