Buck Edwards

Food & Recipe diary Year 2025

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New phase of my life. 

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My name is Whitney. 

 

 

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I just want to start with a proper diet. 


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I've gotten too interested in foods. Maybe I'll get fat, I don't know. Sometimes food is the only comfort. 


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This day is going to be a peaceful day. I finally convinced my family. Everything went well. 

 


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Classic Greek salad. 

Ingredients - 

1 cucumber 

1 cup cherry tomatoes 

Half red onion 

Half cup feta cheese (cubed or crumbled) 

Half cup green and black olives 

Fresh chopped parsley 

3 tbsp (table  spoon) olive oil 

1 tbsp lemon juice or red wine vinegar 

1 minced clove garlic 

Half tsp dried oregano 

Salt and pepper to taste 

 

Combine all ingredients. 

In a large bowl, combine cucumber, tomatoes, red onion, feta cheese, and olives. Make the dressing. 

 

In a small bowl, whisk olive oil, lemon juice, minced garlic, dried oregano, salt and pepper. 

Toss and serve. 

 

 

 

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Hopefully I will have some peace in life. 

 


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Even the ringtone of my phone creates a traumatic experience for me. 


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I ate some chicken and it gave me some warmth. Because I have been feeling fucking cold. And chicken is my favorite food too. 


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For my mom, happy birthday. 

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My name is Whitney. 

 

 

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I don't think I feel a sense of comfort ever. 

 


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I think one of the reasons I woke up early might be breathing issues. 

 


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high protein breakfast recipes. 

 

1. Greek yogurt parfait with berries and granola

2.Savory Scrambled eggs with spinach and feta 

3. Protein smoothie bowl - blend Greek yogurt, protein powder, milk, your favorite fruit, mix. 

4. Overnight Oats with chia seeds and nuts - combine rolled oats, chia seeds, milk and yogurt in a jar the night before. 

5. Tofu scramble - Crumble tofu and saute it with turmeric, nutritional yeast and your favorite  vegetables. 


My name is Whitney. 

 

 

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I try to be a perfectionist. That's a bad thing. 

 


My name is Whitney. 

 

 

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I think I lived a large part of my life in coping and insecurity. 

The insecurity prevents me from being my authentic self or even living my authentic life. 

I don't know how to share things, how to open up, how to be vulnerable, without it all being way too messy and awkward for my liking. 

Everyone praises me in some form, but is there anyone who truly understands me?? The depth and intensity of my emotions that I cannot write in words. 

Sometimes I feel like killing myself and that killing myself will be a solution. What good am i anyway to anyone? 

I want to be a bit cryptic in my writing because I'm paranoid about judgement and criticism. 

I have seen the word narcissist being thrown around. I have borderline disorder so maybe I might have some degree of narcissism in me. Who knows? 

I agree that I'm a bit arrogant. I cultivated my arrogance as a self defense mechanism. 

I don't know why I'm internalizing other's judgement so much. 

When people judge me I don't give a Fuck. 

But when loved ones judge you, it hurts like hell.

Im not being a kid. I'm a human being. I get hurt too. I get dehydrated too. I fail like others too. Why such strong judgement? 

 


My name is Whitney. 

 

 

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