what the HELL is going on?!?

100% of my conversations with my husband revolve around fucking FOOD.

how much did i eat today. what did i eat for breakfast, lunch, snack. did i throw up. how many calories does each item have. what did i do at the gym. how many calories did that burn. what am i going to eat. why am i going to eat that. i haven't eaten enough. i eat too much. aren't i full? why are you eating. you eat too fast. you eat too slow. your bites are too big. too small.

i can't STAND THIS. he's giving me an even bigger fucking complex.

starving + bleeding