My new pouch has a first name. It's spelled A-t-t-i-l-l-a. My stomach has a second name. It's spelled v-o-m-i-t. Attila controls the world of my eating. I try new foods. He decides to pilage. I eat carefully, he still may decide to throw a tantrum.
It's a losing battle but I still force myself to eat. I'm not eating enough I know. But food in general disgusts me these days.

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