My whole life is NOT normal.....so it makes sense that eating isn't normal either.....I get busy doing things & eating is the last thing on my mind...living alone, there is no one other than my dogs that remind me that they are hungry....& it's easier to fix my dog's dinner than it is to fix my own. I struggle to be good about giving Leo his meds 2 times a day.....but at least it's right there in the bathroom....making food for myself requires stopping what I'm doing & going down stairs & trying to figure out what I'm in the mood for eating in the first place.

I have become so used to not eating that my stomach doesn't tell me it's hungry any more....only once in awhile. I really need to get my life more organized so that I can get my eating more organized.......I wonder if that will ever happen.....it has nothing to do with body image.....but when the weight does come off, it's hard to have any desire to stop it either. Life is a constant challenge