I Don't Want Any Sandwiches!

Last night I had a bizarre dream. I don't remember much of it, but I got mad at my dad for some reason. Then later in the day, he kept on trying to make it up to me by making me sandwiches. Most of them were like salami or something, so I was getting even more angry at him for making non-veggie friendly food!

Today (in reality) was actually sandwich free too. Instead of my usual PB sandwich at lunch, I made a Mediterranean quesadilla! I used 2 corn tortillas, 1/3 cup feta (my fav cheese), 1/2 cup spinach, 1/4 cup mashed chickpeas and some chopped red pepper. Not that exciting, but a yummy change of pace!

When I got home from school today, I was greeted with a nice surprise. I got my shirt from Etsy! For those of you who don't know, Etsy is a place to buy handmade goods. They kick mall clothes for sure!
And I don't actually have abnormally long armpit hair that falls out of my shirt. That's the hair that hangs on my back showing in the pic!

For din din, I made Lemon Spinach Cous Cous . It was super yummy, I love cous cous! I used more butter to make the cous cous (which was whole grain) moister and more pine nuts for some good fats.
Plus an unpictured hunk of french bread with butter and an apple.

And for my friend Lauren who's been having a rough time recently, I ate three (three!) dark chocolate raspberry cookies with peanut butter. I wasn't going to eat them when my mom bought them, even though they are dark chocolate, because of white flour. But I thought that ED has taken away so many important parts of Lauren's life, that I need to be strong for the both of us and have something unplanned to screw with ED.
It was too good. And I didn't feel guilty for a second. I've seen now that ED is real, it has really bad effects. I can't just drift through life, eating, but still holding onto my disorder. I don't want ED to mess with my life, or any of you girlies' lives, any longer. There is so much more meaning to life. I'm not sure what yet, by I know it's much more than restricting because there are other ways to feel better about yourself. And tonight, I decided to feel better about myself by indulging in three cookies with peanut butter. Haha! Get better, Lauren.