tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775557139015420841.post6263990264621016430..comments2023-05-25T12:58:46.229+01:00Comments on Pretty Like Drugs: Praise to the GODS that are O2Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695391888021765091noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775557139015420841.post-74668537320255338592009-09-17T01:30:57.933+01:002009-09-17T01:30:57.933+01:00I know it's now September and this was posted ...I know it's now September and this was posted in July--but I wanted to say that I can relate as far as the whole "I have no idea what a balanced meal is" thing.<br /><br />I live a double-life; I have a (clearly) undiagnosed ED-NOS. ..I mean it's clearly ED-NOS, rather than it's clearly undiagnosed--800 is my magic number.<br /><br />Do you think I know what a balanced meal is..? No. No, I don't. I wish SOMEONE would tell me in explicit, specific terminology so I could understand. Because honestly.. a "balanced breakfast" doesn't seem like it should involve frosted flakes, a piece of toast with butter, 8 oz. of orange juice, and a piece of fruit. To be fair, though.. I don't think I could physically squeeze that into my stomach! Ugh.<br /><br />(I need a chill-pill. I've been kinda anxious the past couple of hours.<br />..oh, and about the gnawing feeling-- yeah. I totally am understanding that. Every morning I fill up on a whey protein shake + soy milk --which is 210 cals. My stomach had shrunk up enough so that it filled up with just that. Well, it's seeming like I have to eat something every five damn minutes just to keep myself from hitting some low glucose number or something and gorging myself on junk.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com