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gingerbreadmonsters · 2 years

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祝你生日快乐~！

or: it’s ginger’s birthday, which means we’re having a party~!

don’t worry, it’ll be super chill - it’s my birthday and i’ve decided that i want to eat gratuitous amounts of cake with lots of lovely people, so here we are! smiles and presents and music all day, every day, to say thank you thank you THANK YOU for 500 followers <3

now, let me get you a slice - what takes your fancy?

你想吃什么蛋糕？what kind of cake would you like?

choose your flavour (1 only):

vanilla - boku no hero academia

chocolate - shall we date?: obey me!

lemon - jujutsu kaisen

choose your filling (1 only):

buttercream - best for fancy dress parties, this creamy filling is perfect for an exciting, high-energy event full of smiles and sweetness.

whipped cream - best for dinner parties, this classic filling can be dressed up or down to suit any taste, especially at formal events.

jam - best for sleepover parties, our homemade jam is great for softer, more low-key events with friends.

lemon curd - best for surprise parties, this sweet-yet-tart filling is for those who like to be surprised by every bite.

choose your toppings (up to 3):

icing sugar - “i have a little something for you.”

hundreds and thousands - “let me do it for you.”

chocolate buttons - “what do you want to do?”

strawberries - “i can’t help it, i just…”

smarties - “just us today, right?”

chocolate orange - “did you really never notice?”

maltesers - “you’re too sweet.”

raspberries - “why don’t you stay a bit longer?”

cadbury’s flake - “woah, that’s- that’s really good!”

skittles - “here, you can hold on to me.”

mini marshmallows - “it’s not my fault you’re so comfortable.”

blueberries - “hey, that’s not fair!”

haribo starmix - “you’re, um- wow, i-”

oreos - “it’s just really warm in here!”

would you like another fork?

bnha - midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto, shinsou hitoshi, uraraka ochaco, kirishima eijirou, yaoyorozu momo

obey me! - lucifer, satan, asmo, belphie, simeon, solomon, diavolo, barbatos

jujutsu kaisen - itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, inumaki toge, kamo noritoshi, nanami kento

过敏警告！allergy warning!

orders should, at minimum, contain the following details: filling + flavour + toppings + companion.

orders may contain one, two, or three toppings, but no more - we find that having too many will detract from the flavour.

always tip your servers - customers that are polite to their waitress will receive better service!

orders that do not abide by the rules will not be accepted (e.g. multiple fillings or favours, unlisted toppings, poor request etiquette, etc.).

our kitchen does not currently accept orders containing explicit or dark content - while some items on our menu may be slightly suggestive, all cakes are approximately rated PG-13 or below.

cake sizes will vary by order - customers are politely reminded that our kitchen is not open 24/7 and does not contain an endless supply of ingredients!

depending on the volume and complexity of orders, it may take us a little while to get to you - don’t worry, we haven’t forgotten!

customers may submit more than one order each.

however, each slice is only designed for two people - choose who you want to share it with carefully!

this limited-time event is in celebration of, and thanks to, our approximately-500 pre-existing customers - we’re so incredibly grateful to you!

that said, first-time customers are also welcome to participate - come in and say hello!

orders open at 00:01 GMT 15.01.22, and close at 00:01 GMT 29.01.22 - please enjoy!

又饿了吗？still hungry?

take a look at our dessert menu for a complete list of sweet treats to enjoy (event masterlist).

want something a bit more filling? take a look at our à la carte menu for our house specials (main masterlist).

#obey me x reader #bnha x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader

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onthevirgeofdestruction · 4 years

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Dreaming While I Wake

Sanders Sides Foster Care AU - Roman-centric Angst & Hurt/Comfort & Abuse Recovery

Roman tries to be upbeat and hopeful despite all the shit that’s happened to him. And a lot of shit has. Luckily, his new foster home is with two literal rays of sunshine (and a sarcastic asshole).

Chapter 11

chapter 1 for new readers - ffn mirror

warnings: suicide reference, gun mention, food

Mornings should be banned. Roman rubbed his eyes from the brutally oppressive light breaking through the curtains. The breakfast was good and all, but Roman would rather just go back to bed. He barely managed to sleep last night. His stupid brain just wouldn’t give him a break. Fuck up this, mistake that, horrible memory this, it was a nightmare. Though a nightmare would have been better because at least he’d be asleep. He sighed as he rolled to the other end of the bed to his alarm. He wished, more than anything, for some kind of magic time pausing power so he could just go back to bed. Nothing happened, of course, and Roman groaned as he flopped out of bed.

Everything was arduous. Getting, changed, brushing his teeth, even sitting at the breakfast table. Honestly, he was so tired he didn’t care if he ate at all. Roman folded his arms and laid his head down on the table while Thomas made breakfast. Is it possible to be done with a day before 8 am? He nearly went up and back to bed until Virgil came in, his all of his emo glory. How Virgil had the focus to do his makeup this early was beyond Roman.

“What’s got you down, kiddo?” Patton asked, popping a kiss on Thomas’s cheek before sitting down. Roman yawned widely, eyes watering and nearly unhinging his jaw before dropping his head back down. “Well, now I know you went to bed on time last night,” Patton commented and rubbed Roman’s back slightly. Roman flinched from the sudden contact but was even too tired to freak out any further. At least that was something. Roman yawned again and propped his chin upon his arms.

“I suck at sleeping. Wake me when it’s time to go,” Roman buried his face in his arms again.

“You’ve got to eat breakfast, though. It’s not healthy to skip it. And it smells so darn good, too!” Patton said cheerily. Roman lifted his head slightly and glared before dropping down again. Roman wanted to smell bedsheets. “I’m sorry, there, Virgil, I’m still learning the alphabet,” Patton said, sounding disappointed. Roman glanced up to see what Virgil was saying.

“Virgil suggests coffee,” Roman put his head back down.

“Well, we can’t do that. Studies show it impairs sleep in teenagers,” Patton offered. Roman looked up at Patton with a raised eyebrow.

“And that’s different from now, how?” Roman yawned again. If he got more than two hours last night, he’d eat his shoes. Patton froze, the finger he was holding up drooped, and he looked confused.

“We’re not giving you coffee,” Thomas said, sliding plates down on to the table. Eggs, sausage, toast. Roman groaned, closed his eyes. “Come on, Roman, eat it while it’s hot,” Thomas urged. Roman sighed and slowly lifted his head. He could only manage small bites of food, and it hurt going down. He already felt like he was starting to drift. Breakfast is dumb. Everything is dumb. Want bed.

“Thanks for breakfast, honey,” Patton smiled.

“Thanks,” Roman mumbled.

“Don’t you have a permission slip I need to sign, Roman?” Thomas asked. Fuck, he was too tired for this.

“Lost it,” Roman grumbled and ate a bite of toast. He probably actually did. He hadn’t checked for it.

“Already?” Thomas asked incredulously.

“I’ve got like sixteen pounds of paper worth of homework,” Roman groaned. He fought to keep his eyes open and stifle a yawn.

“How’s that going?” Patton asked brightly.

“Fine. Great. Whatever word doesn’t make you upset,” The yawn Roman stifled came back with a vengeance, breaking free from his struggle against sleep and nearly dropped his fork.

“Hmm. You didn’t have any caffeine after school, did you?” Patton asked, sounding concerned.

“No. I would have wrestled a bear for some skittles to study with, but there were no skittles-toting-bears available,” Roman groaned.

“That’s a visual,” Patton chuckled.

“They wear rainbow capes and fight crime when they’re not dueling to the death with teenagers,” Roman said sleepily and picked at his food again.

“Oh no, why to the death?” Patton gasped.

“Violence for violence is the rule of the beasts,” Roman fought the urge to lay down in his eggs.

“What are you two talking about? I feel like I missed something,” Thomas said, confused.

“The brutal truth of how the man keeps teenagers from taking over the world by bribing them with skittles to fight bears,” Roman yawned and dropped his fork, giving up after dropping a bite of egg twice and just switching to munch on his toast.

“I think I’m starting to re-think that coffee stance,” Thomas chuckled slightly, sounding concerned.

“Don’t give the bears the beans, then they’ll take over the world instead, and who will stop the teenagers from their bloody upheaval?” Roman almost felt like he would pass out sitting up. Virgil knocked on the table and Roman looked at him wearily.

‘What the fuck are you talking about?’ Virgil signed. It took Roman’s brain ages to process what he signed.

“We were talking about something?” Roman asked and blinked slowly. Virgil rolled his eyes and put some hot sauce on his eggs.

“You’re not used to waking up this early, huh, kiddo?” Patton smiled.

“I don’t wake up in the early,” Roman grumbled, finally finishing his toast. “Kids pour their own cereal. Double-check they have their bags. Sleep till bus. Sleep on bus. Sleep till bell. Sometimes sleep through homeroom,” Roman moaned.

“Um, bud, you aren’t with the Finley’s anymore,” Thomas said carefully.

“No shit?” Roman said. Patton looked affronted, but Roman wasn’t sure why. “Aw, well where am I gonna get money, now? Oh no, who’s babysitting Jeffery? He’s such a cute kid and his parents always left me dinner. His mom made the best lasagna,” Roman mumbled a little deliriously.

“Watch your language, Roman. Let’s… let’s just get him some coffee,” Thomas said, sounding defeated, and got up from the table.

“Wait, where am I?” Roman groaned and tried to blink the sleep away from his eyes.

‘You’re a fucking idiot,’ Virgil signed.

“Addendum: Why is an e-boy roasting me?” Roman yawned painfully for an extended period. “Oh hey, Patton, when did you get here?” Patton looked kind of shocked.

“Let me guess, you have a way you take your coffee, Roman?” Thomas asked.

“One cream, two sugars. Why do you ask?” Roman rubbed his eyes.

“You take your coffee blacker than me, kiddo!” Patton said, sounding amused, though still looked concerned.

“Oh, thanks,” Roman mumbled when Thomas pushed a coffee mug in front of him. Smelling it woke Roman up enough to manage to eat again.

“This is a temporary solution in the dire situation that Roman may have actually fallen asleep in his eggs this morning,” Thomas said firmly. “An exception to the rule,”

“I would have done what now?” Roman asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Drink the coffee, Roman,” Thomas sighed and motioned towards the cup.

“Oh! Neat, coffee,” Roman said and sipped at the hot coffee.

“I’ll pick up some melatonin or something,” Thomas said distractedly and sat back down to eat.

“This is good coffee,” Roman mumbled and blew gently on it before taking another sip. “It doesn’t taste like muddy batteries,” He mused and nodded with a satisfied smile.

“I don’t think coffee should taste like muddy batteries at all?” Patton said, looking and sounding baffled.

“I agree,” Roman continued nodding for a moment longer before he picked up the pace on his breakfast. Everyone just stared at him. “What?”

“Maybe you need to go to bed early today,” Thomas suggested.

“Hmm? Sure,” Roman said and pushed his plate out of the way, laying back down on the table. “Night,” Roman yawned.

“That’s… not what we meant, kiddo. Please drink the coffee,” Patton urged him.

“Ugh,�� Roman slowly sat up and flopped back on his chair. “Make up your minds,”

‘How did you survive this far?’ Virgil signed with a confused expression.

“Sheer spite,” Roman grumbled and sipped his coffee, starting to feel like he could think again.

‘Same,’ Virgil signed back with a sage nod.

“Virgil, could you keep an eye on him on the way to school?” Thomas asked carefully.

‘I’m not his mom,’ Virgil signed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms after signing mother as sarcastically as possible.

“He’s only a year older than me and built like a long stick, what’s he supposed to do? Sign motivations or something?” Roman grunted. Virgil motioned to Roman with both arms and looked intensely at Thomas. Thomas held up his hands.

“Okay, point. It wasn’t fair to ask,” Thomas conceded. Virgil nodded.

“I’ll be fine,” Roman drawled and made some serious headway on his coffee. He was still tired as shit, and ready to pass out, but he was less mad about it. Maybe he could sleep through homeroom and lunch.

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Roman walked right into the couch and collapsed on it when he got back from school. He didn’t think he could make the stairs, honest to god, he wanted to just die here. He was so done. He closed his eyes, laying partially off the couch and just didn’t move. He’d give anything to fall asleep right now, but he just couldn’t. But he could lie here. That was like sleep, but more painful. It was close enough. His body wouldn’t let him do anything else, anyway.

“Um, Roman?” Thomas said, placing a hand on Roman’s shoulder and shaking slightly. Roman’s body was too tired to even flinch.

“I will fight you,” Roman grumbled into the couch.

“I think you should maybe sleep in a bed,” Thomas suggested, patting Roman’s shoulder.

“If I could sleep, I would. I am bad at it. I am here in limbo and I suffer eternally for my crimes against man,” Roman groaned and lifted his hands slightly off the couch to wave them dramatically.

“Do you need help up the stairs?” Thomas asked kindly, stepping back.

“I need a gun and a single bullet,” Roman grumbled into the couch cushions.

“Woah, Roman, that’s not okay to joke about,” Thomas said firmly. Roman groaned and lifted himself slowly off the couch.

“Fine, I won’t joke about it,” Roman rolled his eyes. Roman slowly pulled himself to his feet. “I’m going to grab a bite and go do my homework, okay? I promise I’ll move my backpack soon. I just got to eat something before I make the harrowing trek through the land of the stairs,” Thomas backed up further and looked concerned at Roman, but Roman shrugged it off and went to the kitchen to go eat some chips.

Roman leaned against the counter and stared into nothing while he munched on some potato chips. They were salt and vinegar, and the burning kind of helped him wake up. Like fight or flight, but with masochist chips. They were kind of growing on him. Virgil came into the kitchen with a brief salute and Roman handed over the bag and went to go look in the fridge for a protein. Virgil looked confused but shrugged and started munching chips. Roman shoved a slice of cheddar and some lunch meat in his mouth and poured himself some water to take upstairs to do homework.

Roman dropped his bag with a thud on the floor near the desk and dropped into the chair with a huff. He glared at his science textbook. Roman would rather study the science of how long it takes to burn a textbook, honestly. That was a chemical reaction. He didn’t care about subatomic processes in theory. In action, though, that would be interesting. Sublimation was cool to watch. That one experiment he saw a teacher do where the liquids kept changing colors was neat. Memorizing atomic numbers was stupid. He dutifully flipped open the textbook, anyway. He never learned from the lecture and had to catch up somehow.

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Roman glanced at the time. It had been two hours of endless fucking studying and homework already. His foot was tapping so much he might rocket off, so a run with Lita sounded nice. Roman threw a sheet of paper in his textbook to mark his line and got up. Roman headed downstairs with a sigh.

“Hey, Roman, how’s homework going?” Thomas asked as Roman passed his office.

“Oh? Hm, fine, I guess. Is it okay if I go for a run with Lita? My eyes were crossing more than usual,” Roman said, shuffling his feet.

“That’s fine. I was actually about to take her out myself. Are you sure you’re okay to run? You could barely move earlier,” Thomas asked, getting up from his desk.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Roman mumbled. He was plenty awake now, just feeling restless.

“I’ll head out with you. I’ve been at that desk all day,” Thomas stretched slightly. “Lita,” Thomas called and Lita came bounding down the stairs excitedly after a moment. Roman headed to the kitchen to get a water bottle and Lita’s leash, tagged closely by the excited terrier. Lita danced around on the kitchen floor and Roman hooked her up as usual.

Thomas did a much better job of keeping up with Roman than Patton did, but Roman and Lita left him in the dust for the first sprint. When Lita slowed down for the hydrant Thomas caught up, though it seemed to be an effort for him.

“You doing all right, Thomas?” Roman asked as Thomas ran up to him and gasped for a moment.

“You… are a speed demon, just like the dog,” Thomas said and downed some water.

“We aim to please,” Roman smirked. “You normally walk her, right?”

“Yeah. I work from home and need the excuse to get up from my desk or I’ll die of heart disease at 45,” Thomas said, wiping his head. “It’s a good thing you’re interested in cross-country. I think you’d do really well. Did you find the permission slip?”

“What?” Roman asked, looking confused at Thomas and stopping for Lita to do her business near a shrub.

“The permission slip for joining the club? You said you lost it in your homework pile,” Thomas clarified for Roman. Roman had forgotten about it. He still wasn’t going to join and be any more of a burden than he was.

“Oh, yeah. No, I didn’t find it. Mostly just learned about the noble gas interactions and stuff like that,” Roman shrugged and bagged Lita’s business. Lita happily started trotting along while Roman tied the baggy off.

“Just let me know when you find it,” Thomas smiled. Roman picked up with running again. Lita ran at a slower pace with Thomas nearby. This was probably their normal speed. Roman wanted to go a little faster, but probably just because he wanted to physically run away from this conversation. He didn’t want to get caught in a lie, even if he hadn’t technically told one.

“You mind if I pick up the pace a bit?” Roman asked, biting back the nervousness and trying to sound nonchalant.

“Go ahead,” Thomas nodded. Roman started running faster and Lita happily kept up and they pulled away from Thomas a bit. There was something extremely satisfying about running away from a conversation, actually. He probably shouldn’t make a habit out of it, but it was immediately relieving.

Roman turned the corner around the block while he ran along. Lita jolted forward slightly when she saw Patton’s car pulling up into the garage. Roman figured he may as well and pushed himself to keep up with the dog’s fevered excitement to see who is probably her favourite person again. They didn’t make it back before the garage closed, but Lita bolted and ran right into Patton in walking into the living room when they got inside.

“Oh, did my favourite girl go on a run with Roman?” Patton bent down and scratched behind her ear while unhooking the leash that Roman had just given up and dropped.

“And Thomas, he’s behind me. Lita sped up when she saw you pull in,” Roman panted.

“Aw, she missed me,” Patton cooed and Lita flopped on to her back and Patton gave her belly rubs. Roman sat on the couch and settled down a bit, closing his eyes and breathing. He knew he’d need to get up and get a water refill in a moment, otherwise, he’d just go upstairs and hide.

“I’ll refill your water, Roman,” Patton said, getting up from petting Lita. Roman just nodded silently and emptied the bottle before holding it up. Patton took it from his hands and went to the kitchen as Thomas came in.

“Oh, sweet air conditioning,” Thomas exhaled, closing and locking the door behind him. He walked right into the kitchen after Roman and Thomas share a brief wave.

“Oh! Thomas!” Patton chirped. Patton giggled right after that. Roman sighed and stared longingly at the TV. He wanted to watch TV or play video games or literally anything but going back to the homework pile. Patton came back out and held the water bottle over the couch for Roman to take. He grabbed it and got off the couch to go head into his room. Sadly, there was more homework to get to. Roman shot a last glance at the games before heading back to fight the evil homework villain, a pencil as his sword almost like Percy Jackson. God, he tried, but it still didn’t sound fun. He might actually rather fight a gorgon with a regular pen.

Roman sighed as he scanned the internet for a new study playlist. He picked one at random, but his headphones said the battery was low when he pressed play. Well, whatever. He could listen out loud while they charged. Nobody seemed to mind. Roman moved the sheet that marked where he left off and got back to it. His kingdom for a packet in science. This essay form homework was bullshit. What a sadistic teacher.

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Roman finished almost everything for the night when his alarm went off. There was still a small pile tomorrow, but it was much less daunting. He probably messed lots of it up, but at least it was done. And once he turned all this stuff in tomorrow, his backpack wouldn’t weigh 12 tons. He was so glad to be nearly caught up. All this shit was hard to remember and hard to read and just a nightmare. But if he did the work, at least he can say he tried. He had just enough time to take a shower and play something on his phone. Roman got up to pull out some pajamas.

“Time for bed, Roman,” Thomas knocked on the door.

“I’m getting in the shower now,” Roman said and opened the door to see Thomas standing there.

“Alright, bed right after,” Thomas said, looking like he meant it.

“Seriously? I’ve been doing homework for like 3 hours straight, dude,” Roman groaned.

“You nearly fell asleep on your plate, Roman, you need more sleep,” Thomas said.

“I’m just going to lay there for hours, can’t I at least read a chapter or something?” Roman sighed and rubbed his head.

“I grabbed you some melatonin this afternoon, we’ll try that tonight. I’ll be back with it in 20 minutes with it,” Thomas said, moving aside. Roman threw his arms in frustration and passed to the bathroom. He had a very large selection of choice words for Thomas, but he kept them in a safe place. Where he always did. Ranting in his head. Because he wasn’t looking to get his ass beat for talking back, regardless of the supposed safety here. The shower was the perfect place to fume, at least.

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matthewmrdock · 6 years

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Candy - Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter notices y/n carrying candy. Everyday. One day, he asks her why, and got an answer he never imagined.

Warnings: Father’s death, mention of low sugar health issues (??)

Notes: The Avengers still live in the tower in NYC but with Peter and y/n.

Word Count: 1,524

“Y/n! That’s not fair! You’ve had way more experience than me.”

“Sorry, Steve. It’s not my fault you’re an old man.”

You had just finished beating Steve at Mario Kart. Playing video games with Steve was always a good time. You both laughed your asses off when either of you messed up, and you usually won, which was a nice change of pace from playing with Natasha, who always won.

“Okay there, kiddo.”

Being the youngest Avenger was a lot of fun. It made it easy to convince Bucky to help you play pranks on Sam, you had Tony and Bruce to help you with your homework, and Peter. Peter was definitely the best part of all.

Meeting Peter brought a whole new light into your life. You two instantly became best friends. You trained together, studied together, watched movies together, talked about kids at school, everything you could ever ask for in a best friend. He was always there for you whenever you needed.

“Want to play another game?”

“I wish I could kid, but me and Bucky have to go train right now. How about after dinner?”

Steve gave you a kiss on the top of your head and started to clean up. “If you call that ‘training’,” you mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” you said in a panic, fearing Steve had actually heard what you said. “After dinner sounds great.”

He gave a sweet smile and left to find Bucky.

As soon as Steve left you walked yourself into the kitchen and got out your calculus homework, wanting to get it done and not have to worry about it later. You also got out some Skittles from your backpack and carefully poured them into your hand. You carefully selected one red, one orange, one yellow, one green, and one purple and placed the rest back into the bag.

While concentrating on the candy, you hadn’t noticed Peter come into the kitchen and pour himself a glass of orange juice. But he surely noticed you. He thought it was a little strange for you to select your candy with such attention, but didn’t see it as an issue and carried on with his day.

The next morning, Wanda made you and Peter pancakes for breakfast. She liked the feeling of having someone to take care of after she lost Pietro. You enjoyed having a relationship like that as well, being away from your mother and all.

Tony had told her you had qualified for an internship just like Peter told May. And as much as your mother missed you being away a lot of the time, she knew that is was an amazing opportunity that you couldn’t pass up and whatever you were doing was making you happy.

“Thank you, Wanda. These are delicious,” Peter said with his mouth stuffed.

“Thank you,” you echoed, also with a mouth full of food.

“My pleasure you guys,” she smiled, and drank some milk.

You three continued eating the delicious pancakes and listened to each others’ stories of missions you had been on recently. Wanda told you all about a mission she went on with an agent she thought was very cute in Paris, with some psycho with superpowers trying to take down all of the world’s most powerful leaders and how she controlled his mind to erase any thoughts of violence. “And after you-know-who took away his gun and led him away from the civilians, I cleared his mind of the thought of hurting anybody, and he went unconscious and the police took him away.”

“Well that is quite the story, Wan. And you and her, in Paris of all places?”

Her cheeks were rosy from your question, and she giggled and got up from the table. “And with that, I’ll be leaving. I have some TV to catch up on.”

“Okay. Wan.”

Wanda left and you noticed Peter had his mouth full of pancakes like they were going to run away. “You’ve been unusually quiet, Peter.”

He swallowed surprisingly fast, even for a teenage boy. “What, I can’t enjoy my pancakes in peace? Anyway, do you want to go to the park after breakfast? It would be nice to get out of here for a little bit.”

“That would be really nice. I never realized how much being an Avenger takes over your life.”

“Tell me about it, I know it’s insane, but sometimes I actually miss school.”

You chuckled. “I don’t think I’ll ever relate to that.”

The both of you started to clear the table, leaving the plates in the sink for someone else to find. You stood on your tippy-toes to look in the top cabinets. You had a secret stash of candy you kept behind the cereal boxes. Only Tony knew about it, sometimes needing a little bit to get through the day without a headache. You grabbed a small bag of M&M’s and stuffed it in your sweatshirt pocket. Peter was once again puzzled by your habit, but decided to ask at another time. “You ready to go?” he asked.

“Sure am,” you replied with a smile.

Sneaking out of the complex was always a difficult task. Being on the younger side, the two of you were always watched after, making sure you weren’t getting into trouble. After explaining to many members of the security detail, you finally made your way out into the world.

“It’s so nice just to be outside,” you sighed.

“I couldn’t agree more,” said Peter.

You spent hours talking about what was going on in your lives, both of you so happy to have someone to share this with. You asked Peter about the first fight he was apart of at the airport for probably the hundredth time, but he was always so excited to share it. He asked you about going undercover with Natasha all around the world, which was your absolute favorite part of the job.

You pulled on the candy you had stuffed in your pocket. You pulled out a few pieces and carefully placed them into your mouth. “Do you want some?” you asked, directing the bag towards Peter. “I’m all good, thanks though. But, can I ask you something?”

“I don’t know, can you?” you smirked, causing Peter to laugh. “I’m sorry, of course you can. Keep going.”

Peter rolled his eyes, “Anyway, I was wondering, why do you always keep candy with you? And the strategically selecting of the colors? I don’t mean to judge or anything, I just want to know if it’s a health thing and if I should know about it.”

You smiled and looked down at your hands, fidgeting with the wrapper. “Well, thank you for being concerned, but no it’s not a health problem.” You looked back up to Peter. ”It just reminds me of dad, that’s all, kind of a long stor-”

“I got nowhere to be,” he smiled.

You took a long sigh before speaking. “He started doing it when I was little. Giving me some candy every time I did something well, a little incentive I guess. Did well on a spelling test, got a few chocolates. Hit a homerun in softball, got lollipop. Just a little reward for doing my best. And if I shouldn’t be having a lot, like if I have training soon, then I’ll have one of each color. It’s silly and foolish, I know, but that’s what my dad would do if I shouldn’t have been having junk food then. Just a way to get me to stop asking for more. He kept it up until he, you know, passed, and now I just keep some with me most of the time. Like a reminder I guess of how he wanted me to always be the best I could be and to not let him down. Not that I ever could, it’s just, it’s like a little piece of him is still physically with me. You know?”

“I know,” Peter said pulling you in for a hug. “And you will never let him down. I may not have known him, but from what I can tell he loved you very much and he would be so proud of you.”

“Thank you, Petey. Now, how about we get back to the tower? It’s getting pretty dark out here.”

“Wow, one of the most powerful Avengers is afraid of the dark? Shocking.”

“Actually, I’m afraid we’re not going to be allowed to watch a movie if we come back too late. Come on, let’s go!” You smiled pulling Peter by the hand down the busy New York sidewalk.

Peter was happy to see you smile and laughing. Talking about your father was always hard for you, but he could see you were getting better about opening up. Getting revenge on the man responsible for your father’s death was the reason you started to use your powers, but it led to being taken in by S.H.I.E.L.D., it led to meeting Peter, so it wasn’t all bad. The worst part of your life had led to the best part of your life.

#peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #tom holland #spiderman #spiderman homecoming #infinity war #Avengers

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lenaluthorownsme-blog · 6 years

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First, I would not deny the fact that I have been privileged in every aspect, especially when I was a kid. By privileged, I mean it most on food. Since I was a child I was always told that it was okay, it was okay to have an extra serving of this and that – of everything. It was awesome back then; I can always get that extra pack of Skittles, of M&Ms, and of almost all my favorite food to eat and it was okay to do just that, until it was not. Until adolescence hit me, until I can no longer look at myself on the mirror without cringing, without being disgusted, without hating myself for how I looked. Until I started being conscious of how people see me and what they see when they look at me, at adolescence it was scary.

I got my period a little too early on, but it was normal for a teenager I was told. Until college came the same time hormonal imbalance slipped right in, it was severe in a sense that the monthly cycle began to be a twice-a-year-thing. And I think that has been one of the many reasons I started gaining weight. College was a constant cycle of starting a diet and losing track of the goal, putting another day of exercise off, talking myself out of doing the things that will help me feel better about myself, just because I know I can always do it tomorrow. Yes, the magical promise of a new start brought to me by tomorrow was not as magical as it sounds every time the fact that I lost another day of progress flaunts its face on the mirror the morning after the night of full procrastination.

I love food. It is not a shocking revelation but I do! I even eat when I’m not hungry just bored. I love snacking. I love meat, and rice was a staple in all of them big meals. That was the reason why I found it really hard to find the type of diet I can stick too. I’m always too scared to let go of my usual, I mean, aren’t we all? (It’s just me! haha) Anyway, I know I’ve lacked will and discipline in college because I always have an excuse to eat out or just eat. There’s always dad’s cooking, a hangout, an overnight project, a classmate’s birthday treat, a four to five hour break in between subjects and all the excuse you can use when you’re mentally stressed and physically exhausted. That took a toll on me and it wasn’t pretty because I started stress eating then I’d feel bad about myself for stress eating that usually ends up with me snacking – unhealthy snacks. On top of that, I lived a pretty sedentary life, the only ‘workout’ I get in a weekday is walking around the campus, which wasn’t much either and none on the weekends. (Not with all these series and movies to watch and books to read. Another lame excuse I know that too.)

I was a year through my first job when something in my brain clicked, I can’t remember exactly what made me decide to give up my usual ways to be healthier, maybe it was all because of the added struggles that came along being overweight (That word stung and every now and then it still does). Around April 2017, I summoned every ounce of courage and discipline and will I have in me to actually turn my back to rice and snacking, my two guilty pleasures.

It was hard. It took more than a dozen times of explaining to my officemates and friends and family that I’ve completely blocked out rice in my daily meals. At first, they thought I was joking and believe me, I thought I did too. But the burrowed guilt from years of living unhealthily (at least for me) is no longer bearable. I know guilt isn’t something that should be a constant part of my dealing with food but I couldn’t deny that for the first few months guilt, fuelled the fire of staying in track and finally working out.

I must admit that I became a calorie-restricted-person and a calorie-counter. It used to drive my officemates and my parents crazy until they got used to it. I know it doesn’t work the same with other people but I like implementing rules on myself and calorie restrictions and calorie counting has become my golden rule. My daily routine of breakfast-lunch-snacks-snacks-dinner was suddenly just lunch & dinner.

After cutting all the bad habits, the next thing I worried about was the relapse. So instead of being bored, which I know would get me to thinking about food and eventually eating, I focused on researching about other types of diet, until I came across intermittent fasting. I started on intermittent fasting a month after I gave up rice, fast food, chocolates, candies, chips, cookies, biscuits, fruit juices, sodas, and any other types of food I deemed indulgent.

I started on a 12-14 hour fasting to 16-18 hours, and of course, hunger was a great distraction in the first few weeks so I gave in and inserted coffee instead of water to pacify it and that actually worked just fine for me. My routine was to replace breakfast meal with coffee, eat my lunch at around 1pm and eat my dinner no later than 8pm.

Aside from that, I started working out after work everyday. I used various apps like Walking, SWORKIT, and STRAVA to help me with what type of workout I should do everyday, and to keep track on my health and the activities I was able to perform. I also keep MyFitnessPal handy to monitor the foods I eat every day, like a diary. Only it tells me how much calorie I’ve already eaten, how much more I need to fulfil my healthy goal of 1300 calories, and how much calorie I’ve burned through out the day.

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During the first two months, I thought I was just being ridiculous because I can’t see any changes yet, the last time I weighed in by this time was the one before I went into the whole diet and I was scared of weighing in again and see that not much has changed. My brain really does the trick on me, with all the overthinking about what my parents and friends and officemates who came to know about me going on a diet would have to say. You see, until then I was concern about what other people has to say like it mattered and I know it’s a bad thing but I can’t just stop at least not at that time. Because it was also a driver for me to do better and prove them wrong.

And then June came, when I told myself ‘fuck it, I’m just gonna do what I have to do and not wait for the results to come fast’ because by then I knew waiting impatiently on seeing the results right away would just waste the energy I can use for other more worthwhile activities. So I stuck with my intermittent fasting and calorie counting and added a new workout that includes a pair of dumbbells instead.

By this time, I’ve already proven that being in this kind of journey having friends who actually support you (despite the teasing and occasional temptation they brought) helps a lot. Because I had to decline a few hangouts here and there, I wasn’t easily persuaded to have a lunch out, happy hour became a no go, and all other social gathering that involves eating a lot. All with a secret promise that when I reach my weight goal, I’d eventually come around, they just have to be patient to me while I do what’s best for myself.

Third month brought me confidence, although not that much but I felt it. It started when I decided to buy a of pair pants, which I dreaded doing before because I know I’ll have to look on the bigger sized ones and that was exactly what conked my self-pity before. But not that time when I was welcomed by the fact that my waistline was actually 5 inches down from the original. This month also made me feel healthier, that a few flight of stairs didn’t scare me anymore because there was no laboured breathing. Although the sweating was still there, I didn’t mind because I’ve already fallen in love with sweating, it’s scientifically proven to release toxins from the body and that’s how I felt, and it felt great.

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July was the three-month-progress report month. It is the month I started feeling and actually slightly seeing the changes in my body. It was also the the month I braved for the first time in my whole damn life to wear an actual swimsuit. I haven’t reached my weight goal yet but this milestone for me that time was worth celebrating.

I once read a quote about working out before in one of the fitness blender accounts on Instagram I follow that, in the first few weeks of working out you’ll feel the progress, in a fews months you’ll hear it and a few more you’ll be able to see it for yourself. And I guess they’re right, because July was also the month when I started hearing it, mostly from my officemates. They were starting to notice and they sometimes wouldn’t shut up about it. But compliments didn’t stop me from pushing myself harder, because I know I was only getting started and I still have a long way to go.

In August, I had my first ever check up with an OB, because I found a lump in one of my breasts and it was actually alarmingly big. I got scared, my overthinking got activated (not that I ever stop overthinking but I developed a special one because we have a family history). Aside from the ultrasound (that thank God told me that it was benign but needs to be monitored), I was also requested to have my ovaries checked because maybe the lump was caused by my hormonal imbalance. The results came and I was diagnosed with PCOS (Polycystic Ovary Syndrome), which is the main reason why I don’t have a regular monthly cycle. I was given a pill prescription to correct my PCOS and was asked to lose more weight. I told my OB about the effort I was doing for the last four months but she said that I needed to be in my healthy BMI and that means I’m still a bit far from it but she said at least I was closer than my original weight.

The trip to the hospital, brought me a renewed cause to shed off more weight. It wasn’t just a simple looking good on a mirror or for myself anymore, it weighed heavily on my health. Because of hormonal imbalance women with PCOS are prone to gaining weight that could cause high blood pressure, sugar, and cholesterol levels. That I knew I was too young to have but could be in the immediate future if I wasn’t careful.

Being on pills made it a little harder to gradually lose weight, because increasing or normalising my estrogen levels has certain side effects, it’s either I’d lose weight or gain more. For me the side effect came in the name of plateauing. So I had no other choice but to push myself harder again and it actually made me achieve another milestone on birthday month. I was at 69kg when I started my regimen, when I weighed in again on the day of my birthday I was at 59kg and I couldn’t be happier turning 23 for that.

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2017 has been a whirlwind of every exciting and life changing events I’ve had in my early 20s so far. It has put me into perspective, helped me to always see the goal waiting for me on the other side and I don’t mean it only about the whole getting fit.

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In the last months of 2017, I started drafting my 2018 list of goals and looking back to everything I’ve done the whole year the first few things to fill the list were, be healthier, self-care, self-love, and self-improvement. I thought after all the physical work, it’s now time to take on the bigger job of being the person I really wanted to be. So here’s to you 2017, thank you for helping me finally start living my life the way I’ve always wanted it to be.

2018, we got some serious work to do and we’re so ready for it!

Here’s to you 2017… First, I would not deny the fact that I have been privileged in every aspect, especially when I was a kid.

#2018 #2018goals #betterment #changeforgood #determination #discipline #goals #happiness #healthy #healthyliving #life #lifestyle #perseverence #selfcare #selfimprovement #selflove #workingout

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allomammal · 6 years

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Resolutions for 2K18

1. Flexitarianism

Last year, one of my resolutions was decreed: Thou shall not consume mammals. The rationale behind this goal was inspired by the rabbits I’ve been raising for the past few years. Rabbits are far more socially intelligent than you might think. Especially if you’ve only had dogs or cats as pets, you might not realize that rabbits will present themselves to be groomed by curiously running up to you, nuzzling their heads beneath your hands as if to invite you to gently stroke their heads and ears, and licking you when you stop petting them as if to say, “Come on! Pet me some more.” And when you do engage them in a petting session, their eyes have this sweet expression that I like to believe is analogous to what humans might describe as companionate love. While it is not my field of research, I think about Frans de Waal’s ideas on heuristic (or critical) anthropomorphism - that is, the idea that it may be evolutionarily parsimonious to regard the cognitive faculties of closely related species as similar since these faculties are derived from a common ancestor. Now, by no means do I intend to project onto rabbits a very human and very romanticized ability to perceive or experience love. Rabbits are very different from humans. Rabbits are very different from primates and other mammals. Still, we share ancestors with primates, lagomorphs (rabbits and hares), rodents, canids, felids, ungulates, cetaceans… So, our own endocrine and nervous systems - which give rise to our psychological and emotional repertoires - are derived from some ancestral, mammalian endocrine and nervous systems. That is, while humans and other mammals may have their own distinct Umwelt or cognition adapted to different sets of ecological circumstances over millions of years, allomammals have, at least, some basal mental faculties homologous to the socio-emotional intelligence we, humans, understand. And there are numerous other reasons why a person might choose to stop eating either red-meat or meat all together (environmentalism, animal rights, etc.) but this was the primary reason I decided to take a break from eating my mammalian cousins. However, by the end of the year, my life-partner, Azaneth, (who had also been practicing a no-mammal diet) tried to donate blood but was turned away due to low iron. I realize that we could remedy this deficiency with legumes and dark, leafy greens, but this year, I wanted to give room to consume the double, bacon cheeseburger -- in part to compartmentalizing my simultaneously-held, contradictory urges but also because I don’t hold strong moral judgements against people who do consume meat. But, appealing to some vague sense of balance, I decided a good compromise would be this resolution: Meat may be consumed 1 week out of each month; of the 12 ‘meat-weeks’ in the year, only 3 may be mammal-meat. This scheme should work fairly well with our meal-prep schedule; that is, we usually prepare one major dish on Sundays to be eaten for either lunch or dinner throughout the week. And the balance is struck by allowing for the occasional red-meat meal (carne con papas, beef fajita quesadillas, double, bacon cheeseburgers), while significantly reducing my overall meat consumption (mammal or otherwise). I imagine these dietary projects will, at some future equilibrium, yield a more nutrition-conscientious, vegetarian me.

2. Run 400 Miles

For 2017, I was most proud of the modest exercising goal I set for myself to run at least 20 miles per month (a total of 240 miles by year’s end). That goal was surpassed sometime in July - a fact for which I was extremely proud. As I wrote in my previous post, I decided to up the ante by trying for at least 365 miles by the end of the year (a mile for each day). Again, I was able to surpass that goal with a final mileage of nearly 383 miles. I was not an avid runner until around the age of 19 when I was in college. A close friend of mine was about to begin training for the Rock ‘n’ Roll Marathon in San Antonio and asked me if I’d like to run with him regularly. Our college campus was small, essentially bounded by a street we affectionately called “the loop” - it was an ellipse with a roughly 1 mile circumference. In the evenings, we’d run a couple to a few miles, but eventually we worked our way up to 11 miles. We had friends that often ran upwards of 20 miles - they had been cross-country runners at least as early as high school. Still, this was a major accomplishment for both of us. Eventually our schedules diverged and my friend transferred to another school, but since then I’ve been running a my primary form of exercise. I’ve befriended runners who routinely run as far as 50 miles in one go. That’s pretty fucking amazing. It’s the kind of thing that might discourage some from even trying to become a runner. I doubt I’ll ever complete a 50 mile run, but what these friends demonstrate to me is (1) human bodies are keenly (evolutionarily) adapted to running incredible distances, and (2) human bodies are extremely plastic and it is not impossible for the average person to become an ultra-marathon runner. I get a lot more out of running than an increased heart rate. Most times, I’m able to work through and process many of my feelings, thoughts, and ideas while on a long run. In my view, whether becomes an avid runner (or an ultra-marathon runner) has a lot to with the circumstances of your birth. It seems pretty clear to me that if you’re born in a high-SES household, you’re more likely to pick up running as a hobby because you’re more likely to have access to a wealth of good health-related information. If you’re born in a high-SES neighborhood, you’re more likely to have sidewalks, access to well-developed parks, access to upscale grocery stores, and exposure to people of a health-conscious culture that make regular use of this kind of health-infrastructure. I’ve briefly explored the data on parks in San Antonio, and while low-income areas of town have more parks, they are often very small and poorly maintained.

3. 100 Push-Ups a Day

Towards the end of 2017, I had begun doing push-ups sporadically (50 here, 100 there), but nothing particularly consistent. It wasn’t a codified resolution or anything. I’ve always been insecure about my body, and push-ups just seem like a simple way I can achieve a lean upper body and sculpted chest. For context, I grew up in what some have described as a ‘pus pocket’ suburb in Northeast San Antonio where my parents were reluctant to let my brother (10-months my senior) and me roam outside of our relatively safe and stable cul-de-sac. By the time were were old enough to venture around, we really didn’t have many places to go so, often times, we’d walk a mile up the road to the local Diamond Shamrock to spend our hard-earned allowance on junk food - Starburst, Airheads, Sour Punch, Sour Parch, Sour Skittles, Hot Cheetos, etc. As I’ve gotten older and become more educated with respect to biology, nutrition, and public health, I’ve realized that we were very much playing out instantiations of an individual-based-model of the epidemiology of metabolic-disease for low-SES children living in a food desert. In other words, I was a chubby kid who enjoyed candy. So, the insecurities I developed as a child regarding my physical form as well as the inclinations to consume goodies high in fats and sugars are still very much a part of my adult psychology. Only through continued metacognitive awareness and effort am I able to stave off temptation. And that’s not always a fight I win. But I hope that if I can commit myself to at least 100 push-ups a day, that I will have just one more tool to help control my weight and form.

4. No Lattés

Nowadays, I think about how sociological and cultural systems maintain negative health outcomes for low-SES minority communities. The last few years of my life, I’ve lived in 4 different locations in San Antonio, each with stark differences in the structure and configuration of the built environment. Some places had more, direct access to fast food or gas stations (junk food purveyors that, luckily, “NOW ACCEPT EBT!”). I noticed the most extreme fluctuations in my weight at these spots. More recently, I’ve had quicker access to the nice HEB, Sprouts, and Whole Foods. Here, I’ve enjoyed a much less fluctuation in my weight. However, the newest problem I face is an increase in my sugar-consumption due to upper-class, obseogenic enterprises - Starbucks - which leads me to my next resolution: No Lattés. By no means is Starbucks the only perpetrator peddling coffee with inordinate amounts of sugar (and, thus, calories). Often I entertain jokes about “coffee” drinkers who only drink the beverage if it contains lots of milk, cream, or sugar (The joke is that these people like milk, not��coffee), but - I confess - I also enjoy a good latté. However, this year, in addition to abstaining from latté consumption, I’ve also barred myself from consuming highly sweetened creamers like the Coffee Mate French Vanilla that I enjoy so much because I suspect that the sugar functionally overpowers the caffeine making my morning pick-me-up and morning let-down. In addition, I really do need to be limiting my sugar intake. I’d like to have a significant draw-down in the amount of added sugar I consume this year in hopes that, with my previous exercise and diet themed resolutions, I can gain better control of my weight and overall health.

5. Limited Take-Out Finally, knowing that eating out - whether to-go or in a sit-down restaurant - can be very expensive (on your monetary and dietary budget), I’ve decided to limit eating out to at most once a week. That is I can order food either 0 times per week or 1 time per week. To be honest, this still seems like I’ve allowed myself a lot of wiggle room. Perhaps too much wiggle room. However, I think the flexibility is providing for those unforeseeable, stress-filled where meal-prep schedules get thrown off by a day or so. So, on a good week, I imagine that I will actually not be eating out at all. Hopefully, most weeks will be good weeks. But, those weeks where I do order out will still need to abide by the resolution on Flexitarianism and, usually, I tend to consciously run more miles immediately following eating out. So these are my explicit resolutions for 2018. They are an interconnected framework of health goals that I hope will support one another and make for another disciplined and accomplished year.

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Whole 30 – Week 1: My Journey to Health and Better Blood Sugars

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Whole 30 – Week 1: My Journey to Health and Better Blood Sugars

Well, I have survived the Whole 30 Week 1! I started last Monday, January 30th which means I should be finished at the end of February. So far it’s been going well but goodness it’s a lot of cooking and a lot of cleaning. My husband and I sat down and planned out our meals for the entire week but going to the grocery store was still pretty overwhelming. It was pretty crazy because we literally only shopped in the produce and meat sections.

Here is what our meals for the week looked like:

Breakfasts – Scrambled eggs, grapes/strawberries, bacon (Whole 30 compliant), and potatoes

Whole 30 Breakfast

Lunch: Turkey burgers, salad and fruit (Salmon instead of turkey burgers Friday-Sunday)

Whole 30 Lunch

Dinner:

Monday/Tuesday: Grilled steak and avocado and fruit

Wednesday/Thursday: Pulled pork carnitas, butternut squash and brussels sprouts

Friday-Sunday: Ground turkey and veggies, potatoes and fruit

Whole 30 Dinner (missing fruit) – Grilled steak with avocado

Whole 30 Dinner – Pulled Pork Carnitas with butternut squash and Brussels sprouts

Snacks: Larabars, apples, carrots and guac

So far it’s been going pretty well. On Monday, when we started, I felt great in the morning. But then when the afternoon hit, I was hangry. I am never hangry because I always snack so much so this was a really tough feeling for me.

After doing some research, I realized it was because I didn’t have any complex carbs/starches with my lunch. That night I did cheat and have popcorn because I was so hungry. You are technically supposed to start over if you cheat but since it was my first day, I’m just sticking with my schedule and potentially adding a day at the end.

Day 2: Went better than Monday. I wasn’t hangry although I did get hungry in the afternoon so I snacked on a Larabar, which are approved but technically only for emergencies.

Day 3: I was doing even better! However, my husband (who is doing it with me) was close to his breaking point. Up to that point he was in charge of all the cooking and cleaning because I was on baby duty. He was stressing that it was all interfering with work (which it was) and was just generally cranky and stressed.

Day 4: I was feeling pretty good. However, I did have a low blood sugar overnight and since I didn’t plan ahead for the overnight, I didn’t have anything to treat other than my old go to of Skittles. I had to cheat and eat them. The rules say that health trumps the program but I still felt really guilty about eating them. When I woke up in the morning, I stocked my nightstand with Larabars and bananas for lows.

Day 5: Feeling really tired. My baby was up most of the night and I had stayed out for book club the night before (I didn’t cheat there which was a victory considering wine). This was my toughest day to date. In addition to being exhausted and wanting to eat everything to give me energy, I went to the grocery store that morning and a play date.

Both had temptations everywhere! At the grocery store, all the sweets were begging to jump into my cart. At the playdate, the host made really yummy muffins that my toddler devoured and I stared, jealous of my toddler. I didn’t cheat though (I didn’t realize I had so much strength!) and in the afternoon, I was able to take a nap when my kids napped. I did eat a couple of Larabars which are for emergencies only but if it meant I could make it through the day, I was OK with it.

Day 6: I was surprisingly really gassy (sorry TMI) but otherwise feeling great. I actually had a lot of energy on Day 6!

Day 7: Felt like absolute crap! My muscles were tired and weak; I was tired. It wasn’t the best day. And to top it off, my blood sugars were high all day! Grrr

Overall, it hasn’t been the easier but it hasn’t been too hard yet either. The grocery store and playdate were my biggest temptations. I have technically cheated twice which means I should be starting over but the one was for my health so I’m just going to keep going.

I haven’t noticed and non-scale victories yet but I have noticed dramatic changes to my diabetes. I was taking about 40 units a day before the program and now I’m taking about 23 units, basically cutting my insulin in half!

My blood sugars have also been much more stable (no roller coasters). My blood sugars haven’t been too low because I’m so scared of having a low and having to cheat on the diet so I’ve been keeping my blood sugars a little higher, but they have still been in a decent range and I’ve only had like one blood sugar over 200 (I wrote this Saturday but my Sunday of highs)!

In fact, my average blood sugar has decreased from 200 two weeks ago to 147! My insulin to carb ratio is even around 50/50 (what my endos have always been preaching) whereas before they were like 30/70.

Before Whole 30-Avg BG 200, 40+ units of insulin, 150+ carbs

After first week of Whole 30 – Avg BG 147, 80 carbs, 23 units of insulin per day

One thing this program has taught me is that I have no idea how to bolus for fruits and potatoes. I used to be pretty good about measuring grapes and I knew how many carbs they have but strawberries and bananas and other fruits are a mystery to me. And before this program, I never ate potatoes. They were like forbidden in my mind so having to eat them most meals has been a challenge insulin wise. I figured by the end of this program, I will figure it out.

I admit most days I’ve questioned why I’m doing this and if I should stick with it. I want to have more energy and lose a few pounds of baby weight and I’m sure I could achieve it without being so strict to the Whole 30 diet but I do like a challenge. I’m 1/4 of the way there and I’m definitely seeing positives from this program. I hope the next few weeks won’t be too challenging. I have a feeling the upcoming week might be though!

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