I woke up in the middle of the night, stuffing my face with food. Guess what I found? Half a bag of semi-sweet chocolate chips. I'm not sure of how many I ate, but I do remember being pissed off that they weren't very sweet. Luckily, I'm pretty sure I didn't have that many.
I didn't remember it until this morning when I opened the refrigerator to see some frozen pound cake out of the freezer. Initially, I started eating this, but must have decided on the chocolate chips... I seriously forgot the chocolate chips were even in there. Some nook of my mind must have remembered. I better throw them away!!!
WHY would I do this to myself? I wonder - is it me being super hungry and by body saying FEED ME or a secret desire for self-destruction?
Well, I do suffer from very strange sleep patterns. I have been known to sleep walk as a child and I have also eaten in my sleep before. Oh, and weirder yet, I woke up on the surgery table when they were operating on both of my knees when I was 12 or 13. LUCKILY, I do not remember it, but I did wake up with my IV in a different place... Apparently I had ripped it out and it took several nurses to hold me down.
I still don't know why it happened, but apparently it's more common than people think. However, the instances that I have read about online where people have woken up during surgery is that they are conscious but unable to move or tell the surgeon that they are feeling it. I would probably prefer to have my situation happen, kicking and screaming and totally freaking out.
After surgery, my anesthesiologist asked me if I walked in my sleep and I told him I did. He said that my body may not go into paralysis as it should in certain patterns of sleep. FREAKY! So that little aspect makes me dread any type of surgery like 100 x more than I did anyway.
Aside from my chocolate chip situation, I've been eating very low carb lately and loving it. When I fuel my body with appropriate foods, I like myself more. When I give myself processed junk, it's more of a self-loathing feeling afterward... not to mention the sickness plus the weight gain. Honestly, though, I would prefer the liking myself feeling to the weight loss any day.