"Are you fucking serious?!" I yell as I chuck my insulin pen across the room, ricocheting off my closet doors to land on the floor outside my bathroom, likely for the next several weeks as I and it are NOT okay right now.

So twice in the last year I've accidentally taken my fast acting insulin instead of my slow acting insulin before going to bed. Which means I have to find a way to ingest somewhere between 140-170 grams of sugar before going to bed... which I was totally going to do in like 5 minutes, but whatever.

Do you know how hard it is to eat 17 sugar tablets? Followed by 2 packs of fruit gummies? Followed by a Smirnoff Ice? Followed by a soda?

And I'm on a diet, too. Which means--besides the very serious mindset I have adopted and maintained when it comes to food--my stomach is also much smaller than it should be, so trying to ingest this much "yuck" is devastating both physically and mentally.

140g of sugar is 540 goddamn calories, which is like 1/2 of what I allow myself usually. Which means I will try starving tomorrow. Or just give up on losing any weight this week. I guess I could try to burn 540 calories tomorrow.... great, that'll take about 2 and a half hours.

The only bright side to all of this is that I get to drink Smirnoff Ice.

I am probably going to vomit rainbows into my toilet.