Things with food are getting weirder by the day. I didn’t eat all day Saturday until a cup of tabbouleh with my friends, already feeling the weight of my guilt over consuming alcohol. Yesterday, I ate 548 calories and knew I should eat dinner, but felt sick at the thought. Today I drank my coffee, and tried to start eating my lunch, but became overwhelmed in an instant with nausea, hunger, and fear.
My body says I’m hungry, my brain says I’m not. My brain is making me nauseous, my body is a traitor. I’m confused, so I just won’t eat. It’s safest.
