My mom just doesn’t understand that I am genuinely having a hard time eating. Like it’s not a mental thing, my stomach just sucks at its job. It has been difficult to make food and force myself to eat through the pain while having no energy and being extremely depressed. I KNOW I need to gain weight, I’m trying, but it just doesn’t seem to stay on.
Well actually my brother cooked plain rice for me and my mom cut up the chicken I had been meaning to cook when I was napping. I had extra sauce from chicken fricassee I made a few days ago, so I just threw the chicken in that. I think she more wanted to get my food prep stuff I had lying around out of her way, but if it benefits me, I’ll take it. That and my gramma has been telling her she’s concerned about my weight