I was doing so well...

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I was doing so well on my new eating plan, I refuse to call it a diet because I hate the word, but Sunday completely killed it. Sunday was pretty much the worst day I've had in a while in which no one died. I was sick and running to the bathroom every half an hour. Not fun ever, but really not funwhen you're in a wheelchair and you only have so much vertical time, meaning standing, in a day. I stood up about twenty times on Sunday. My average amount of stands per day is about seven. I am amazed that I didn't fall on my face. To compensate for this horrible event, I treated myself to MacDonalds extra value meal, a set of cookies and cream candy bars and a bag of fake oreos, the bargain brand. I think I ingested more calories that day than I had all week. It just figures. Now on to my list of mounting psychological issues that include: conversion (which means make yourself sick when you aren't) and recovering from an eating disorder (thank God I don't puke anymore). I'm now going to have to add comfort eating, my therapist will be thrilled.