Good morning, all! I’m a little recharged. Y’know, I’m really happy I journaled last night. I feel like I averted a complete panic attack. Talked with my sister more, which always helps. We’re in this together. My fiance is working from home today. Man, as much as we really love the Subaru, stuff keeps happening to it. A pebble hit our windshield so now we’re waiting on Safelite.
Steps: I’ve been keeping up with the gym for a few weeks now, but I think I need to keep my steps between 10,000-15,000. Now, I’ve been getting between 20,000-25,000 very often lately and I know you’re thinking, “Why on Earth move less?” I simply do not rest enough and I seem to eat much more appropriately for an activity level around 10,000-15,000 steps and what I do at the gym that morning.
Squats: I’ve decided since last month was all about doing push ups, I’m going to take it upon myself to do squats this month. So, 100 squats every day in April. I’ll probably still do push ups on my upper body days. They’ve sort of just fallen into that routine and that’s awesome because I actually saw results!
My Monthly Workout Challenge: I am so excited to get started with this. I don’t even know what team I’m on yet, but I’m so ready!
Bits and Bobs
Migraines: They were much better this weekend. The weather really improved, which is the bulk of it. I felt like I was coming down with one last night because I was so emotional (it’s stupid how easy it is to trigger one sometimes) but I sat in a really dark room for a while and it called down. I’m becoming better at identifying triggers and my more subtle prodrome cues. It’s easy to tell when you have an aura, y’know? It’s not so easy to connect every little dull ache, tingle, or mood swing to prodrome, though.
Results of Push Up Challenge: I didn’t take any pictures, and the results are only really palpable because of my skin, anyway. I’m actually really happy with the result after one month. It’s made more progress on my triceps than most things have all year, so I’m going to keep doing them regularly!
Things That Make Me Smile
It would have been easy to convince myself to eat a lot of stupid things yesterday, but I sat down and wrote down everything I was thinking and feeling. That’s what that post yesterday was all for and about. I really recommend that anytime you’re feeling strong emotions to write something down, even if it’s a few sentences. At the end of the day, the “streak” is just a number but I’m really proud of that ‘24′ this morning.
Secrets- Riverdale X Reader
Chapter 3- Body Double
notes: sorry for the clusterfuck of confusion on the uploading time of this. my editor was busy and then I had no wifi for 2 days and ughhh. anyways its here!
You were sitting on the couch sketching when your phone started binging like crazy, you set down your pencil and picked your phone up to see about 16 texts from Kevin. You unlocked your phone to check your texts but before you could even open the messages app Kevin’s face filled your screen and his obnoxious custom set ringtone stopped you. With a sigh you hit the green ‘answer’ button.
“hey Kev wha-” You started but Kevin cut you off mid sentence.
“Holy crap (y/n) you will not believe* what just happened! where are you?”
“Home? I didn’t feel like going to school…though, if anyone asks I’m grievously ill.”
“Well you better recover ASAP, and get over here!” Without waiting for a response Kevin ended the call.
You put your sketchbook on the couch next to you with a dramatic sigh and stood up, throwing everything in a bag and tugging your shoes on as you stumbled out the door towards the school. You quickly covered the two blocks to Riverdale high, and when you got there pretty much all of your friends were waiting out front looking like they had seen a ghost.
“(Y/N)! FINALLY!” Kevin grabbed your arm and dragged you back towards the rest of the group. “While you were sitting around at home being a recluse- something I do not endorse by the way, we already have Jughead for that- Cheryl dropped probably one of the biggest bombs since July 4th! In bio she totally confessed!” Kevin looked like he was about to explode.
Betty stopped him before he could go into further detail. “All Cheryl said was that she was guilty, Kev, she didn’t say of what.” Kevin Rolled his eyes with a dramatic sigh, “Well theres not alot of other things it could be!”
You waved your hands signalling them to slow down, “Hold on, what happened exactly?”
“The Sheriff’s department came into class, and Cheryl stood up and said they were here for her, because she was guilty.” Veronica summed up for you.
“I– wow. Really?” you were stunned. sure Cheryl was a mythic Bitch, but you didn’t think she could kill Jason. Or anyone really.
Later that day you were all chatting in the student lounge.
“So are you a suspect now?” Veronica asked Kevin.
“My dad says we all are, including me.”
“Not me girl. I don’t know these people. neither does (y/n).”
You nodded silently and looked at the ground. You did, actually know these people but nobody needed to know that, and it didn’t even matter you sure as hell weren’t the one that killed Jason.
Kevin fiddled with a piece of licorice and looked at the rest of your group with a grin. “Guys, should we maybe rebinge making a murderer on netflix tonight?”
Betty laughed, “Sorry can’t, gotta stay late to work on the paper.”
“Count me out too. I’ve got a date tonight.” Veronica added.
“You do?” Archie asked.
Kevin smiled, “Which Riverdale Hottie made the cut?”
Veronica tilted her head towards the door with a cryptic smile, towards one of the jocks “Hey V-Lo, I’ll swing by the pembrooke to pick you up at 8?”
“I’ll be waiting.” she smiled at him.
“Cool.” The boy grinned while putting on his jacket before walking out the door.
“You’re going on a date with chuck?!” Kevin looked weirdly excited.
“Wait whos Chuck Clayton? You wondered out loud.
The rest of the group semi-ignored you, opting to keep talking about Chuck. "He’s kind of a player…” Betty leaned back into the couch.
“Who cares? hes the hottest of Hot! And he’s the football coach’s son. in Riverdale that’s like dating a Kennedy!” Kevin was grinning.
Veronica smiled and raised her eyebrows mischievously. Betty sighed and stood up, “I have to go, I have a newspaper meeting.” You shot up out of your seat and grabbed your bag. “Can I walk with you? I have something to ask you.” Betty nodded and you both walked into the hallway.
“So I was wondering if you had any openings in the school paper. weatherbee is actually still on my case about extracurriculars. And I think it’d be really cool.”
“Well since it’s just me, I think we have room for you.” Betty replied as you turned the corner to the old dusty newspaper offices.
“Wow these computers are ancient…” You laughed lightly, “I wonder if we could sell them on Ebay as antiques.”
“I don’t think anybody would buy these things.” Jughead leaned against the doorframe, his lips turned up into a faint smirk.
He turned his attention to Betty.“If print journalism is dead, what am I doing here?”
The Blue and Gold isn’t dead, Juggy It’s just dormant. but waking up.“ Betty swiped some of the dust off of one of the ancient monitors. "You’re writing a novel right? About Jason Blossoms murder?”
Jughead picked up a magnifying glass. “I am. Riverdales very own In Cold Blood.” He held up the magnifying glass and peered through.
“Which started out as a series of articles! I’m hoping you’ll come write for the Blue and Gold.” Betty grinned nervously, stretching her arms out like a magician after pulling off some amazing trick.
“I just don’t think the school papers the right fit for my voice.” Jughead said hesitantly.
“Truman Capote worked at the New Yorker for 2 years before he wrote in Cold Blood.” You added. Betty and Jugheads gazes both snapped to you with questioning looks. “What? I know stuff and it’s kind of relevant the new yorker is a newspaper.” you muttered defensively. Betty shook her head and turned back to Jughead.
“Juggy, Jason’s death changed Riverdale. People don’t wanna admit that but it’s true we all feel it.” Betty walked closer to Jughead. “Nothing this bad* was ever supposed to happen here, but it did. I wanna know why.”
Jughead glanced away his gaze softening. “Would I get complete freedom?”
“I’ll help and edit and suggest…but it’s your story, it’s your voice.” Jughead looked less and less convinced with each word out of Betty’s mouth.
Jughead rolled his eyes with a grin, “Doesn’t sound* like complete freedom…But- I’m in.”
Bettys face lit up and she clapped her hands together. “Okay great! um, in that case I have your first assignment. There’s one person who was at the river on July 4th that no one’s talking about.”
“Dilton Doiley and his scouts.”
Jughead smirked and flicked his nose with his thumb as he turned to walk out. But Betty called after him. “(y/n)s coming with you Juggy!” You both stopped dead.
“Wait I am?”
“Yes, she is. (y/n) doesn’t have a lot of journalism experience so…I thought you could show her the ropes.” Betty explained, with an almost pleading smile.
Jughead rolled his eyes. “Fine. come on.”
You grabbed your bag and walked out after him. “You know, I think Betty is just worried about you scaring the crap out of a bunch of 11 year olds.”
Jughead rolled his eyes again, but there was that familiar spark of amusement. “Meet me at the adventure scout hall tomorrow. Don’t be late.”
“This is gonna be fun, Jones it’ll be like Sherlock with a way prettier Watson!”
The next day you got to the field outside the adventure scouts building and he was standing near the kids all lined up while Dilton Doiley lectured them. You walked over and smiled in greeting. Jughead nodded, and held up a hand for you to be quiet. Dilton was lectureing his troops about dying, or something. You didn’t really catch it.
Jughead approached him, “At ease Doily we’re writing an article for the Blue and Gold, hoping you can help.”
“Dismissed! but stay close.” Dilton ordered the kids.
“Cheryl and Archie say they heard a gunshot July 4th, but they don’t know who fired.”
Dilton immediately got defensive, his posture shifted and his face hardened. “Sheriff Keller already asked me about this, like I told him, my scouts and I…we didn’t hear anything weird.”
You narrowed your eyes in suspicion, this kid was definitely hiding something.
Jughead took a step closer to Dilton, his eyes were filled with the same suspicion as yours,“Well, did you see anything weird?” his tone was a little more accusatory than it had been, it was clear Jughead believed Doily about as much as you did.
Dilton straightened his back and crossed his arms. he glared at jughead. “A white winged crossbill, A long eared owl…oh. And Cheryl, sitting by the river soaking wet.”
Jugheads expression was hard and unreadable as he stared at Dilton. You grabbed Jugheads arm and dragged him away from the other boy. “C'mon we’re not going to get anything more out of Doily. He’s on the defensive now.”
“That’s alright. I have another lead.”
Later that night you met Jughead at Pops. “I’m always up for food, but how is pops a lead?”
Jughead gave you a deadpan look, “It’s not the diner it’s what’s inside, one of Doily’s scouts was looking at us like he wanted to say something, and we’re gonna find out what.”
“Or maybe he was checking you out?” you joked. Which earned you a fairly impressive bitch face from Jughead.
You walked through the door with Jughead a few steps ahead, the boy from earlier was in a booth chatting with someone, who you assumed was the kid’s father. The dad got up and left the table and Jughead crouched on the empty booth seat while the kid was looking away Jughead grabbed the cherry off the kids sundae and ate it. You ran a hand through your hair, immediately regretting being there.
The kid dropped his spoon and threw up his hands as the metal utensil clattered on the table. “What the hell man.” his face was full of confusion, and maybe a little fear.
“I saw the way you looked at me.-”
You rolled your eyes. “Cause that didn’t sound creepy Jug.” you muttered under your breath.
Jughead slid the kids sundae towards himself,“-during grizzly training. you’re hiding something.”
The kid leaned in, “It’s scoutmaster Doiley, he’s lying.”
“About what?” Jughead kept eating the scouts sundae, and watched the boy with a weird expression, a mix of curious and suspicious.
“The gunshot, It was him. He was teaching us how to shoot targets.”
“Dilton Doiley shot the Gun on July 4th?”
“What the hell is with this town?” You blurted out.
“He’s a hardcore survivalist. He says if we don’t protect ourselves, no one will.”
Jughead and you exchanged a look, this was big.
The day after your confrontation with sundae boy, you were sitting in the student lounge eating a muffin and reading the article on Chuck Claytons class A douchebag status being exposed. When your phone chimed with a text from Betty telling you to get to the Blue and Gold office ASAP.
You shoved your phone in your pocket and threw the rest of your muffin away before dashing out the door and down the hall to the Blue and Gold offices.
Betty and Jughead were waiting for you when you arrived but before you had a chance to greet them or ask what was wrong Dilton Doiley walked in.
“Have a seat Doiley.” Jughead said, while kicking a chair towards the space in front of the desk. Dilton straightened it and sat down, facing the three of you. Jughead jerked his chin up at him as a signal to start speaking.
“If you publish a story saying I fired that gun, my life will be ruined. I’ll be banished from the adventure scouts and charged with a misdemeanor. So, what if I have a better story?”
Jughead glanced back at you and Betty and you both shrugged and shook your heads, none of you had any idea what Dilton had to offer.
“If I tell you what I know, promise me the gunshot stays between us.”
Betty walked out from behind the desk and came to stand next to you and jughead. “You have our word. as journalists.”
Dilton leaned towards the three of you and dropped his voice so if anybody had been listening there was no way they would hear it. “I saw something at Sweetwater river. Something nobody else saw–Ms. Grundy’s car, by the rivers edge. She was there.”
How do I loose weight without exercising? I need to loose about 20 pounds before summer💕 I normally fast 1-2 days a week but Idk what to do xx
Fasting really doesn’t help that much, honestly. Just try and drink as much water as you can, eat healthy. Try not to go over like 300 - 500 calories a day and DO NOT snack or binge. Try set out meals for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Don’t eat before, between or after them. And count up the calories. If you stop eating before like 8pm and wake up at 8am, that’s a 12 hour fast everyday.
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