sometimes i eat until i can't move.

[rhyll]

i had parathas for lunch. i wish i'd never worked out how to make them. they are so damn nice. and while it seems like a healthy and comforting thing to go home and make parathas and mung bean and carrot dahl for lunch, it is not so healthy and comforting if you think 'oh, but if i just eat a little bit more then it'll be all tidy with no leftovers'.

i am like those stupid dogs, that don't realise when they're full and keep eating 'til their stomach pops.

(fret not - my stomach remains unruptured.)

so i slept a heap this afternoon, instead of working on Grand Revolutionary Proposals. (or something.)

but i did make it to capoeira, which was good. i kicked a in the head again. for the third class in a row. doing compaso, again. for some reason most of the time when i try to compaso i just fall over. but when i'm playing a i manage it fine - even impressively - and kick her in the head. pfft. she should be blocking anyway.

still having a lot of trouble with capoeira, though. i'm so used to thinking of myself as crap at anything sport-like, it's hard to get out of the habit of thinking there's no point pushing myself. very hard to push past the point where i've tried something a heap and failed repeatedly, or when i have no energy to move well. babysteps, i suppose.

and there was tuna and eggplant for dinner, so how could i be sad?

Comments

[feathersoul.livejournal.com]

"do you know what tuna is? it's...a...FISH!"

i watched lilo and stitch again recently. i laughed til my stomach hurt. again. thought of you rather a lot throughout...hehe.

"it's little, and it's broken...but it's still good"

teehee

[alexmoon.livejournal.com]

did you ever end up watching the second one?