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I used to reguarly overexercise and undereat. Starvation gives you this false feeling of immortal sharpness and energy, and though the feeling of full wakefulness appears to make you more alert it does not make you sharper; I was mentally functioning at 70% (albeit whilst looking great)
Hope you find a balance with your meds and your diet!
Yes, I was able to take the psych med last night, had some indigestion, and then it settled and I was able to eat. I ate before that too without a problem.
For me, in terms of hunger (because let's face it, I've never had to face ACTUAL starvation, fortunately), I have much less mental focus and much more anger and feelings of impulsiveness. For example, I returned home from a botched trip out west at the beginning of this month, and by the time my Greyhound bus arrived in St Louis, I hadn't eaten in 20+ hours, and I hadn't slept in that time, either. I was supposed to walk 20+ blocks to get to a Western Union location to retrieve a money order to catch a cab back to my apartment, and instead I called my sister in (self) anger and disarray, because I was so distraught that that time, that I thought I would "snap" at anyone who might have caused me the slightest inconvenience between me and the 20 block walk. Like, I didn't trust myself to control my emotions at that time, and wasn't sure exactly how to do what I was doing (walk 20 blocks to such and such address to fetch a Western Union and then arrive back home).
Kind of a "Hangry" on steroids, in a way. LOL!
Glad I got straightened out, and hope I don't have to experience anything like that again.
Hope you're good, tetris :)
Glad to hear you got through it!
My SO gets Hangry if she doesn't eat at very specific times of the day. I'm the complete opposite: I eat whenever, usually out of boredom, and normally in an unplanned manner that leads to bad food habits. The upside of this is that when the option of food is removed, I quickly adapt.
I've actually got a very similar story to yours in regards to this: For a job interview I took a bus from the UK to my current country, but was robbed at the bus station. There I was stranded without a passport or wallet over the weekend, in a country where things typically close during non work days. The police were of no help, the embassy was shut until Monday - I had nothing except my phone which was very low on battery.
To keep myself sane I would slowly wander the city from one side to the next to pass the time, in a weird relaxed but alert state admiring the sheer beauty of the city. At night I would keep walking, but I'd spend a few hours of twilight until the morning bustle sleeping on benches.
During the whole time, I was aware that I needed food, but I did not actually get any hunger pangs, and was more acutely aware of my boredom than anything.
Speaking of Western Union, the first meal I had during that unfortunate excursion happened because I chance spoke with a Quebecois Canadian who agreed to accept money on my behalf sent by my brother (you need a passport to receive money...). Super friendly guy, I even tried to offer him some of my money for the trouble, but he just refused and wished me a good day. The first thing I ate was a Subway cookie. You'd think I would remember that cookie, how it felt and tasted, but it was an utterly unremarkable moment.
This is why I think I can actually function without food, but I've just trapped myself in this eat→boredom→eat cycle and can't seem to pattern my way out of it.
That sounds like a difficult experience. Not unlike the one I had for 2 1/2 days in Kalispell, Montana at the beginning of this month. I had jumped ship (metaphorically) on a failed Amtrak trip to Eugene, Oregon. Going from St Louis, MO. > Chicago, IL. > Portland, OR. > Eugene. OR., the Amtrak got delayed for over 24 hours in a remote town in North Dakota, and we (me and all the other Amtrak passengers) stayed at a couple hotels in the area. The next day, we left "____", North Dakota (I can never remember the name), and went directly to/through Montana. I got to see/photograph a lot of Glacier National Park, but that is where the trip stopped being cool/fun, because we were alerted there would be ANOTHER delay at the following stop, in White Fish, MT. Instead of boarding a bus to Spokane, WA. and then transferring to Portland, and then to Eugene, I said "fxxx it" and took a cab to a hotel near the airport where I planned on flying back to St Louis. If not, I had the money to catch a cab to a bus terminal to take a bus back to St Louis.
Or so I thought...
The hotel was expensive as fxxx when I got there. I stayed for a single night, but the small airport the hotel was near (Glacier Airport) was tiny, tiny, *tiny*, and only a few flights went to Seattle, and the quickest, most efficient way for me to get back to St Louis, would be to go from Glacier Airport, to Seattle, to Los Angeles, and then straight to St Louis. And that would have ran me $1,200+, easy.
So, I would take a bus, yes? But, the nearest busline (American Lines, which sort of replaced Greyhound in the Northwest) was in Missoula, MT. 120+ miles away!
So, I had to come up with more money for...something. I called some people, tried to arrange for a Western Union so I could (somehow) get to Missoula (no one was gonna fork out $1,200 for a plane ticket, and I didn't expect them to), and the nearest Western Union nearby was in Evergreen (5 miles away). So, I hoofed it! I got down to Evergreen, went into a Wendy's restaurant, ordered fries and water, typed (texted) feverishly on my phone, and narrowed down this Western Union location (another mile away).
Jumping ahead (because I could go on!), my feet were battered and blistered to hell after more walking (a single step was painful as hell), so I called an EMT and they took me to an ER in Kalispell, MT., one municipality away from Evergreen. I got bandaged up, tried to figure out the money/transport situation, and after nearly three days of eating gas station chips, drinking water refilled in gas station bathrooms, sleeping in an overgrown wheat field alongside an old biking path, consulting with a nearby homeless shelter, and meeting random (good) folks along the way - I was able to get the bus ticket back to STL, and off I went back to my apartment here in South St Louis County.
I slept for a DAY when I got home! And ate properly, too. The Greyhound situation I described earlier (a day without eating and the mental status that followed) that happened, too. But I was glad to be home when my ride got me from the St Louis Public Library.
A trip, indeed.
Stay safe :)