I have a rule.

Okay, I have more than one, but this is the one that made me think I wanted to post something.

I'm supposed to have had breakfast before 2, and let Sir know when I've had it. (I'll just go with Sir for my blog. He's my boyfriend but let's keep the names to a minimum.)

It may sound like a strange rule, but I tended to have breakfast around dinner time - I'd honestly just forget to eat - and apparently it's not good for you if you do that. Apparently, eating dinner/breakfast and topping up the calories you're supposed to eat all day with munchies and a bag of crisps later on is not the proper way to eat. :P

Today is the first day in a couple of weeks that I didn't follow the rule - I told Sir about it, he said it was okay, but still. It's kinda messing with my head. On the one hand, I know it's okay, but on the other, it's still not following the rule, y'know?

The strangest part of this, to me, is how quickly it took. It's only been a couple of weeks. I spent years trying to get brushing my teeth in my daily routine and within a few weeks breakfast is a part of it. Maybe it's because I want to take good care of myself for him? I don't know. Somehow, being ordered to do something is less infuriating and more effective in making me take care of myself. Which is necessary anyway, because for how good I can be with organizing things for other people, organizing my own life and making sure I'm fine is something that is beyond me.

If it works, it works, right?

Still can't believe I need someone to tell me how to get through a day like a normal person would, or to finish my study instead of curl up in a corner and cry at the first sign of stress, but at least I have that person.

Maybe this wasn't such a good first real post anyway, but I've got it all typed up now. There's gonna be more about my way of living - while I'm happy with it, it still boggles my mind sometimes - but let's leave it here for now.

I need to have breakfast. :P