When I do eat, nothing tastes good. Despite that, I rely on a series of comfort foods that I keep expecting to make me feel better when I eat them. Of course they don't, at least not for more than a few minutes. Then, I'm left with the feelings of excessive fullness and the knowledge that I'm probably gaining a lot of weight. The fact that I'm sixty pounds overweight doesn't help the depression much, either.
Psychologists say that it's an effort to fill the emptiness and lonliness inside of our hearts.
We're just feeding the wrong organ. I've made the past couple of statements global, rather than specific just to me, because this is a very widespread problem which is experienced by way too many people who are in pain. I'm not doing a lot of stress eating or forgetting to eat, like I might during the other phases. My main thing with food right now is that I'm collecting, testing, and archiving all kinds of new recipes. We go out to eat a lot when I'm dysphoric.