I don’t know why.
I find it easier and more comfortable not to eat.
DrB says some people eat continuously when they’re stressed.
I can’t really relate to that.
Yesterday, for example, I had bubble tea and an orange.
That was all.
Today, I ate a veggie burger with some fries and cranberry juice.
I feel like throwing it all up.
I remember my mother did this when I was a child.
She’d only drink water.
Then slowly wean herself back on food with a few spoonfuls of rice.
She said it was liberating.
It is liberating.
I’ve eaten one meal a day for two weeks now.
Drink lots of water in between.
I only eat to keep exhaustion away.
This poem (not really a poem) might worry some people.
I’ll talk to DrB about it.
There has to be a reason why I’m doing this.
And why I enjoy it so much.