I have the flu.
Why is it when you're sick everything is lost. All my issues with control come to head. I have to eat or I'll get sicker. So needless to say I'm miserable. I've managed to gain 4 pounds from my lowest. I know it's not much, but it drives me crazy that I don't have the strength to "correct" it.
I have slept literally the past 3 days straight. My day consist of eating, meds, sleep, and repeat. I am taking this eating thing to a whole new level too. I actually went to crackle barrel today and placed a to go order. *laughs* a TO GO order! 3 pancakes, 2 eggs, and 3 pieces of bacon later... I passed out. For 5 hours. Partially from a food coma, the other from utter weakness. So it appears September as a whole has been a freebie month with my disorder. First honeymoon, now the flu. Fine body eat your fucking food if you must, but damn it as soon as I'm better I'm going to live at the gym if I have to!
I'm going to a gastro doctor tomorrow, they're going to do a consultation before dum dum dum...a colonoscopy! Hooray! No actually I am a little excited to hopefully get some answered, solutions to my bathroom issues. Knowing my luck it'll be nothing. Colon cancer and chrones run in my family. I'm just over paranoid. The damn Gemini in me, makes me such a hypocondriac!
So hopefully I'll have some renown thinspiration for everyone when I get better. Wish me well, wish me thin...