I spent yesterday in bed. Over the course of the day I became less able to move. At one point I tried to get up and I had to brace myself on my arms and my arms were shaking. When my speech started to slur and my brain could no longer form cohesive sentences, I decided that I had to eat enough to function.
It sucked. I hated it, but the shakes got better and I was able to speak more intelligently towards the late evening.
Nothing is fixed. I weighed myself as I do everyday, I’m still recording every calorie and I’m still going to attempt to stick to my restrictions, but now I have to pay attention to my reactions a bit more. I asked my husband to pick up some Gatorade and I will water that down to control the calories.
Yes, yes, I will talk to my therapist about it this week…I can almost hear you guys *affectionate eye roll commencing*