I. HATE. FOOD.
I hate the way I get hungry and then I overeat.
I hate the feeling of fullness.
I hate the way my mouth feels after I eat.
Liquids make me feel the same way.
It has become increasingly hard to cook for my family.
Even my hubby has noticed.
He says its obvious to him because I put it off later and later.
Then there is the fact that I don’t know what to cook because nothing sounds good to me.
As I was cooking tonight I caught myself thinking how disgusting it all looked even though it is something that I used to like.
At lunch yesterday I overate again and caught myself thinking how much better I would feel if I threw up.
NEVER have I had those thoughts before.
Not eating is one thing, but eating and puking is a whole other level I never considered as an option because I am such a emetophobic (Puke-a-phobe).
NOT that it should be an option, because rationally speaking it shouldn’t.
But then again, when have I ever been truly rational?
Now supper is done and cooling and I’ll have to go eat because I can’t take meds on an empty stomach, but I won’t like it, which is a terrible thing.