I purposely did not take my meds at my usual time tonight. I
had a couple of assignments due at midnight and I knew if I took my meds I was
going to fall asleep without getting them in. So I didn’t take my meds until
after midnight. And now it’s backfiring. 3:30am and I’m wide awake. I don’t
think the meds have actually hit my system yet. And if I skip a dose I start to
have hypomanic symptoms. So here I am. Awake.
And I’m writing just because why not? I actually don’t have
much to say.
I ate pizza today. I’ve been eating wicked healthy lately
and I’m in the process of switching to a vegan diet again (I didn’t want to do
it all at once). But pizza sounded good so I thought it would be a cheat day. I
ate pizza, half a chocolate bar, and an iced tea. And I kinda hate myself for
it. Pizza, chocolate, iced tea. Six months ago this would not be unusual for
me. A night like this I could handle. Sure I would be a little upset that I ate
so much, but so do many others. However, now? No. This was a huge mistake. Not
only do I feel disgusting physically, but I can feel it mentally as well. I
cannot believe I gave in and had such food. It’s awful. Disgusting and awful.
And yes, I know it sounds very dramatic. But remember, this is what is going on
in my head. And no one else in the
world knows what is going on in my
head. It’s a mess up there. I’ve cleaned up a little, but it’s still messy.
Like a little kid’s room. It looks clean but there is still a mess under the
bed.
I’m really hoping this is a once off. I want to get back on
track. I have my follow up with my doctor in two weeks (where she is checking
my weight and eating and exercise habits). I want to go into that appointment
feeling comfortable with myself and not break down. I would very much like my doctor
to be able to relax a little. And it would be nice if I didn’t have to come in
for another check.
I may have had more to say than I thought.
Still not tired. I’m going to go study for my midterm.