Today is September 30, the very last day of September, the very last day I get to eat real food. Not that rice isn't real food; it’s just that, plain rice isn't over yummy! I enjoy my sauces but sadly I said 'No Sauce'; which means no sauce on my rice. I have also decided that I will have to eat every meal, no skipping any meals. Most weekends I don’t eat breakfast but now I will have to because all I get is rice so I will need something in my body to keep me going. Even if it means waking up, eating rice and going back to bed.
My parents keep telling me I am going to be hard to live with. I love my food so for the first while I probably will be complaining a lot about what I am doing. Hopefully after a while, like the first week, I will have to bite the bullet and eat my rice without saying anything.
At school I am imagining that this will be hard, smelling everybody else’s food and them sharing there lunch’s. While I eat my bowl of rice. It will also be hard if we go to someone’s house for dinner, like grandparents, I will bring my bowl of rice with me. But there food is always so good and tasty looking.