Tag: munchies

Not feeling it today, but it’s my own damn fault, and I’m pushing past the resistance. Without going into detail, I’ll just say I played last night, which involved pot and poppers. I knew my actions would have consequences, and here I am. 

I take quetiapine as a sleep aid. One of its side effects is quetiapine munchies. The part of the brain that regulates your feeling full gets discombobulated, and you feel like you’re hungry no matter how much you’ve eaten. 

Add pot to the mix and, as my friend Paul dubbed it, I eat the kitchen. 

I ate everything I could get in my mouth. I ate trail mix, White Cheddar Cheez-Its, and a bowl of watermelon I brought back to bed. I kept eating until I finally fell asleep. 

I smoked the pot. I accept the consequences. 

I just don’t like them. 

After brushing my teeth and having breakfast, I putzed around the house for a bit. 

One of my current life themes is pushing past the resistance. 

My body felt lethargic and groggy, but I got out the door and on my walk. Once I got my playlist going and took my first step, I settled into my groove and got moving to the music. 

I pushed past the resistance and excuses, got outside, and went full speed – because I wanted to, because I want to keep getting better, because I want to heal.

Because I want to burn off this fat and not jiggle so much. 

I hit a new milestone today – two miles! Not only that, but I kept my pace even going up and down all of the hills in my neighborhood. A month ago, that would have been inconceivable with my long covid fatigue. 

It’s not that I was punishing myself. I was disciplining myself. I wasn’t going to allow myself to slack off just because I didn’t feel 100% after the consequences of last night’s actions. 

I’m applying the same discipline to my writing today. I have set the intention of posting to my blog once daily. 

And here I am.