Being skinny FUCKING SUCKS
So yeah, the subject gives you the basic idea of this post. As far as detail, I passed out last night. From not eating for 6 hours. I ate dinner at 5, had a shake at 8, then at 11, Drew picked me up, leveraging his shoulder into my upper arm. It felt like he was gonna break my arm or something, and when I finally got down, I was panicking. That's when the world caught up with me and things started spinning. I managed to sit in my chair, but then all went dark and I woke up on the floor. I now have a big scrape on my face from smashing into the ground. Yay. And a gap in my memory between falling off the chair and hitting the floor. Double yay.
Apparently I have to eat constantly, yet I'm never hungry. So eating is now a chore, having to constantly shove food into my mouth to keep from passing out, even though eating more than I want to makes me feel like I'm going to throw up. Or at least that's what it seems like. Fucking yay. Being skinny sucks. I'd gladly be a little chunkier if it meant I didn't have to deal with this shit. Like Nate said, he goes to football practice on an empty stomach, something far more grueling than I could ever manage even on a full stomach. Fat is energy storage, and I have 0. Therefore, no food for a day=me dead. Hell, I had two meals that day and I still died. Go me.
Apparently I have to eat constantly, yet I'm never hungry. So eating is now a chore, having to constantly shove food into my mouth to keep from passing out, even though eating more than I want to makes me feel like I'm going to throw up. Or at least that's what it seems like. Fucking yay. Being skinny sucks. I'd gladly be a little chunkier if it meant I didn't have to deal with this shit. Like Nate said, he goes to football practice on an empty stomach, something far more grueling than I could ever manage even on a full stomach. Fat is energy storage, and I have 0. Therefore, no food for a day=me dead. Hell, I had two meals that day and I still died. Go me.