june 29th, 4:50 PM

Today was quite possibly the most stressful days ever. My aunt decided it was time to teach me to bake. she picked out all the recipes and devised numerous grocery lists. She dragged me to the store and i watched in silent terror as she piled sugar, pudding, pie crusts, frosting, flour, baking soda, baking powder, 4 different kinds of chocolate, and skittles into the cart. The skittles were for her, not for cooking. She insisted we stop at McDonald's and pollute our bodies with all kinds of disgusting things that a dog wouldnt eat. I said i didnt feel well, but then caved under her glare, and settled on a salad. She got a cheese burger, chicken strips, a salad, and a coke. I nearly gagged at the sight of that burger. Who in the fuck even knows whats in that shit? She consumed her "food" at an alarming rate. She didnt notice me shoving handfuls of salad into the potted plant behind me. I swear i consumed a million calories just by breathing in that place. It was horrible. We went back to her house and got down to baking. She set me to work stirring brownie batter, while she worked on the muffins. I was counting down the minutes until it was over. After i was done with the brownies, i was told to make peanut butter cookies. Then chocolate chip cookies. Then a strawberry pie. By the end, my hands were bleeding from digging my nails into my palms. I went into my bathroom and took a shower;trying to wash the smell of fat out of my hair. I dryed off and then stepped on the scale for reassurance that i hadnt gained. 87. Exactly. I lost two ounces since this morning. i did 200 crunches and then fell asleep. My aunt came in and asked if i wanted dinner. I said no, ignoring her stern look, and went back to sleep. I woke up at 2 AM and went into the kitchen for water. Everything we had baked that day was half eaten. If i had eaten anything, it would have been on its way right back up. I couldnt believe my eyes. Does Thin mean nothing to these people?