200, bis.
Life, life. I wrestle with trying to gain weight as I continue to despise food.
It may be too tedious to prepare, so I end up skipping the meal. Yes, I’m often too lazy to get fat.
No sweet tooth, and not too keen on junk food either. If I do buy either, they often end up sitting around because I’m rarely in the mood for them.
Or my appetite will give out in the middle of a meal. I’ve talked about this before: it’s not that I’ll get full—I can’t really remember the last time I was full—there’s just a point where my body shuts off all desire to eat, like flipping a switch. I can feel the exact moment it happens much of the time; it’s weird, and a nuisance.
Never got into snacking. Besides the snack foods not appealing to me, I haven’t really been able to get into the habit of eating while doing other things.
I’m trying to get over these things so I can really start putting weight on. I probably can’t change my tastes; what I need to work on is my willpower. Trouble is, I’m not so sure how to do that.