Communication
My eating restrictions have abruptly taken a turn towards severe depression and apathy and lack of eating…  Sir sent me to the store on the way home to buy “anything you want to eat, fuck the carbs.”  Once at the store I found this a difficult proposition. This was Sir’s response.
We communicate so well…
Of course, this is ALL I’ve eaten tonight… Â He doesn’t know that, yet.
Yay, depression.
2 Comments
Adele
Sir will beat your ass if you DO get healthy food. Oh, the irony. LOL
Shadow
Yeah… He’s tired of eating the fish I keep bringing home. I’ve been trying to be “healthy” and eat fish, because, you know, Omega 3s and shit. But then I cry and gag and throw up because I hate fish so much. Then I just stop eating altogether… Then he yells and I cry and he gets frustrated. It’s all a wonderful cycle. Ironically, not eating has stopped my weight loss, so my eating disorder is calming down again. Depression is picking up the slack on it, though, so… still not eating. Thus his order of “no healthy food!” He was hoping I would buy something I would actually eat.