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In the world full of wonderful and active people, those who are passive and at their lowest deserve punishment :/
You’re writing in sarcasm mode….right?
Explains how incredibly difficult it is to eat during bad times.
How did you know my process?!
Too close. Then, there are other days I eat too much and either way, I feel guilty.
I usually buy a box of cookies or donuts at the grocery store and binge eat the entire package. Tastes like self-hate with an aftertaste of guilt. 🙁
So much truth in this one.
I don’t like any food and I don’t enjoy eating. It’s just something I have to do because I don’t have willpower to not eat.
I had a recognition giggle. Mine is the exact opposite but feels exactly the same.
Good tasting food is pretty much the one thing keeping me going, some days.
ouch. Including not getting the complete ingredients to prevent that from happening is even worse.
I just binge read all of your comics. For some reason it made me feel better. Thank you.
Oh no. I feel the hunger pain. Please eat (something good) and feel better!
Most of the time I was depressed I had a sense of detachment, so that sensations were dull and distant. Food was bland, colours were dim, sounds were muted, and I barely noticed heat, cold, or physical pain. Sometimes I felt that the world wasn’t real, that events I was witnessing weren’t actually happening, or that I didn’t really exist.
Alternately: order all of the pizza, eat while hating yourself for eating so much
I got a good tip from somebody once: Eat like you’re sick–because you are. Everything tastes like nothing? Eat chicken soup, or whatever fills that place in your culture of origin. Hate the mere act of swallowing? Stay hydrated anyway; keep something nearby and sip it whenever you happen to glance at it. Stomach hurt? Ginger and saltines. No damn appetite? Beef broth, or equivalent. This method has the advantage of being a short, easily remembered list of foods. Also, if you’re in the headspace where you don’t think you deserve food, it isn’t food-food; it’s medicinal food and therefore it’s your duty to take it.
Also, something easily prepared. I keep a stash of emergency nukables, as well as soups. I can’t always count on myself going through with anything involved, or even making a decision. So I keep things on hand that I *can* do, and then I can curl up in a fuzzy blanket after.
A chunk of my issues come with fatigue and/or pain, and I can’t always tell until I accidentally make it better and notice improvement. I don’t have the capacity to diagnose properly unless something improves. But at least with the emergency food, I can get rid of hunger pains and have a nap, and while it doesn’t fix everything, sometimes you just need to be less miserable to get time to *pass* until it is better.
Amen to that last sentence.
Exact opposite of me, I eat the tastiest things I have when I’m depressed. Cause they’re the only thing I can work up a ghost of an appetite for.
Wow, I’ve been exactly there ?