I only ate the tuna last night because my anxiety got high. I haven’t eaten anything else since. I’m going to go eat a couple waffles or my therapist is going to throw a fit. And I’m a terrible liar. Plus she’ll know I’m crabby because I haven’t eaten. She thinks I have an eating disorder because I took some test on her computer a few months ago and the results said something like it strongly suggested I had one or there was a possibility I had one or something like that.