Dreams:
I was inside a classroom. There was a freshman boy, a black kid (average) and slim, who began hitting on me. He kissed the back of my head. I became enraged and told him off for his behaviour and then proceeded to stuff him inside of a duffel bag/box thing and left him there. My friends were worried about me getting into trouble or his safety, yet were flabbergasted by my response. I contemplated telling the teacher (Mrs Humbert) of my actions when she found the boy and took him out of the duffel bag and later confessed to doing it. She forgave me and I was not punished for it. Later that day, I spent my New Year's at a Starbucks party hosted by my school. Dinner would be served shortly, but I was already starving at that moment, so I ordered some mochi ice cream and a little sandwich. They kept offering me food, but I declined, wanting to save room for dinner. I ate my food while a group of kids (the girls who sat at Abbie's table when I had second lunch hosted a game show. It was so awesome and lively. I then began talking with the hosts and they began asking me questions about my life being raised. I answered their questions and peaked at the script of the show. Dinner was then served. Soup and salad with something else.
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Well, I decided to treat myself again after practice. However, I think I went overboard and ate a cream-cheese croissant and a slice of chocolate cake topped with strawberries with tea. I can't do this after every practice and game because it's not healthy for me. Celebrating something significant is one thing, but every time is another. I'll drink a pre-workout smoothie before practice and if I get hungry when I get home, I'll make myself a small salad or miso soup. I hope I can recover from this tomorrow and have a snow day tomorrow. I can make up the workouts that I lost today due to practice, but I can't rely on luck and snow days every time I miss a workout or binge.
