January 11th, 2009

According to my doctor, I must eat three full meals a day and snack in between time in order to avoid me fainting, developing a migraine, and/or dissolving into a boiling pile of achy unhappy goo, although not necessarily in that order.

Thus far this weekend, I have managed to eat a grand total of two meals, half a bowl of porridge, and three croissants. I had to fight for one of the full meals - after half past ten at night I finally got to order a large kebab from a kebab shop, who then gave me something small enough that I'd regard it as a starter rather than a full meal. And by "this weekend" I mean "from Friday lunchtime until now".

Subsequently, I feel like a pile of crap and may never visit that particular friend's house again. She is well aware of my dietary requirements, but also happens to be a model and therefore doesn't have quite the same idea of a) what "three full meals" constitutes and b) what "eating regularly" constitutes.

(On the plus side, she is lovely, and further on the plus side she helped me figure out that my weird allergy to baked beans' sauce and eggs is caused by tartrazine, because she gets exactly the same symptoms. So twenty-odd years after developing this allergy, I finally know what I'm allergic to. Yay for the NHS.)

Edit: aaaaaand I apparently lost 2kg in weight this weekend. That's roughly 5 pounds, right? So yes, special diet is the only reason I am not a SKELETON.
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