How is your protein going?

I cooked for four and ate about a third of one portion and nobody commented, which took us three months to arrive at.

Rice pudding out of a tin at half past nine at night. No notes.

My mother cooked and I ate what I could, slowly, and she was happy and I was happy.

Nothing until two, then a proper meal, then nothing. That is my shape at the moment and I have stopped fighting it.

Eggs. Always eggs. I have reached the limits of eggs and I keep going.

Cheese. A surprising amount of cheese. My dietitian knows and is unbothered.

My mother cooked and I ate what I could, slowly, and she was happy and I was happy.

Nothing until two, then a proper meal, then nothing. That is my shape at the moment and I have stopped fighting it.

Protein first, everything else after. Still the only advice that has changed anything for me.

Nothing appealed. I had yoghurt standing at the counter and called it a win.

A curry with my brother and I managed most of it, which surprised us both.

Beans on toast, which I would once have been embarrassed to write down.

Fed everyone else and forgot myself until about four o clock, which is a pattern I am trying to interrupt.

Cold food went down when hot food would not. Second week running that has been true.

A curry with my brother and I managed most of it, which surprised us both.

Struggled. Cooking smells were the whole problem, not the food.