*whine*

So I am, technically, over my food poisoning. But I am still not doing well. I can't eat. It makes no sense at all, because I'm not sick anymore, and although my stomach may have shrunk a little there's no reason why I should go three days without getting hungry. I've gone three days on scones and dry cereal, which I force myself to eat because otherwise I get lightheaded, but not hungry. I am so over this. I can't even eat the chocolate I got for myself on Monday afternoon, so I know something's wrong. And when I'm not eating enough I can't think.

And also - rapid weightloss is disgusting and repulsive. I don't know how anyone can stand to go on crash diets. It's only been three days (I would estimate I am eating about a quarter of what I normally would), but my skin is pale (okay, paler, not that it's that easy to tell) and my cheekbones are sticking out and I have loose skin. It's so gross. It's not like I can't afford to lose the weight, but this is clearly the wrong way to do it and I hate everything about it. Hopefully as soon as I can eat again I will gain it all back, because the loose skin in particular is really disgusting.

I'm also going mildly insane because I can't exercise. I need exercise to keep my brain chemistry from flying off in all kinds of alarming directions, but I'm afraid to do much if I'm not eating enough. I spent Wednesday feeling like I weighed 500 pounds (seriously, even getting across the hall to the bathroom was awful) and yesterday and today I wanted to go out for some exercise but was afraid to because I might get lightheaded (I've had some trouble with regulating my blood sugar in the past, and the last thing I need is to faint somewhere.)

So, yeah. In conclusion, food poisoning sucks, and I am annoyed. And I really wanted that chocolate, dammit.