I’ve basically gone from 6:40 AM to 6:44 PM with nothing but:

• one bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch

• some supplements

• a soda that contains vitamin c (also known as citric acid)

• and a cup of hot cocoa

That’s not even close to enough fuel for a healthy day, let alone a day where I’m sick, dizzy, nauseous, migraine‑wrecked, exhausted, and fighting ARFID + BED at the same time. No wonder my system feels like it’s collapsing in on itself.

And honestly? The exact number of hours doesn’t matter.

Whether it’s 11 hours, 11 hours and 54 minutes, or 12 hours, my body doesn’t care about the math. It cares that it’s been too long.

I’m not supposed to be a walking calculator.

I’m a sick, exhausted human trying to get through a rough day with two eating disorders and a body that’s already overwhelmed.

Right now, the only thing that matters is this:

My body is tired because it’s empty and sick, not because I “failed” anything.

I’ve already taken my meds. I’ve already gotten some warm cocoa down. That’s something. That’s a foothold.

If my body lets me, even one tiny, gentle bite of something later could help, but I don’t have to force anything in this exact moment. I’m allowed to rest while my system catches up.