I almost made a trip to the ER last night

I'm used to some lightheadedness. I'm even used to needing to sit down lest I want to pass out on the floor.
However.

I am not used to laying in my boyfriends bed covering my whole face in the dark like I have a migraine because despite my sobriety, the room won't stop spinning. When I had gone over to his house  I had a low net intake and then I ate my dinner, I figured that the earlier dizziness would subside because being a little floaty in the evenings is pretty normal at this point.

Lucas was laying in bed with me and out of nowhere he asked me if I had felt like this prior to my 'diet'. Fuck. Well now I don't get his support. Obviously I tell him no and he sits up and tells me that it's likely my blood sugar and I need to eat something so he gets up and brings me a cliff bar.. In itself it's 270 calories, 90 of them are from fat and there were 16 fucking grams of sugar in it. I wanted to cry but I was informed that if I didn't then I was going to the ER and I really needed feel like experiencing ANY of that..

So it looks like I need to be more careful. My breakfast today was chopped up strawberries with sprinkled cane sugar on top (32ish). Take THAT blood sugar.

I'm going to make 'Fat Ana Soup' when I get home. Which is not very different except for it's a few more baby carrots and there's another egg. My scare made me wind up eating much more than I wanted to and I hate myself because yesterday I had lost another pound.. I cried tears of joy and I probably just threw that out the window. I've been waiting so long to see that 7 and the second I do I eat more food. I hate this. I'm not stopping, I'll just watch my sugar intake more from now on.