George came by this morning with a breakfast plate from his mother. On it was a heaping helping of scrambled cheese eggs, four buttered biscuits, and four pieces of Clark Brother’s sausage. “It’s good, isn’t it?” George asked grinning. George loves for me to brag on his mother’s cooking. “Your mother could make cardboard taste like Filet Mignon,” I told him hungrily eating in front of the TV. George will also often bring me a bag of burgers. I guess he realizes I can’t pay for it myself and it would be a treat, and it is. I very much appreciate it.
Mom brings me two meals a week. Monday and Tuesday nights. Dad gets her to do this to put weight on me and as a treat as well. Friday, Helen brings a plate and I usually get to pick what we eat. I call Helen’s plate my three vegetables for the week. Have you ever noticed I don’t eat many vegetables when I posted my grocery list last week? I need to eat more. I eat lots of fruits though.
I saw a picture of me from Christmas the other day and I looked gaunt. I am in a size 36 jeans and I have never worn below a size 40. I’ve gained ten pounds since Christmas though. Dad says I look so much better. I have this phobia though of being fat again and it works on me. I want to go back to my old habits of purging and not eating. We will weigh me next week and I hope to weigh 185 to get dad off my back. Let’s hope I can keep it at that weight without losing it again. C’est le vie.