Food and I have always had a love hate relationship. Colicky from the very beginning, diagnosed with Acid reflux disease at nine and downhill from there. I had a vitamin deficiency in the seventh grade an threw up every morning for 2 weeks, usually between reading time and pre-algebra, sometimes on the floor. Anorexia from eighth through eleventh grade. I finally broke 100 lbs at the age of 18 and that was so scary. In the past I had not eaten to gain some sort of control.
I've picked it up again. This time I'm not sure why, but the difference is I know that I'm doing it and I don't want to change. I am hungry at times and still don't eat. The other night I went to bed hungry, it took an hour to fall asleep because of the acid and the pain. I've told my husband. So he can keep after me about it. Or just to tell someone. Ugh...
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