It's been around an hour and a half since I woke up and
I'm still feeling like I got ran over by a mac truck.
Migranes, or as I call these ones that seem to center around my eyes, eyegraines, blow.
However, it also doesn't help me any to hole up and disappear in my room.
So I'm out in the living room, with three puppies all around me,
Okie lying on the back of the couch like a cat, monkey sitting next to me, and cisse lying by my feet. No matter how much these demons drive me crazy sometimes I love them to death, especially when they realize I don't have the patience to run around like a mad woman trying to keep them from trouble.
Anyway, there wasn't really a point to this post besides updating about the 'eyegraine' and just letting everyone know that while I'm still holing my self up in the house, I have emerged from the purple pit that is my bedroom.
And also,
I've realized, or rather had my face shoved into the fact that unrealistic caloric intakes set you up for a hell of a backlash.
I still wish I could stick with XXX amount of calories and lose the weight I want to in a set amount of time, but it isn't going to happen.
Major symptom use yesterday tells me that I'd only be setting myself up for more failure
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