Of course, lunches came back home with me from school to get stashed under the bed (nasty, but even nastier in the tropics) and dinner was slipped to the dogs whenever possible.

Did you not like your food options? That's a lot of subterfuge going on there. I don't recall mealtime issues with eating in our house. There were some things I didn't like and didn't eat, but if we were having them for dinner, I just ate more of the other stuff, I think. My issue was a sweet tooth that would not be satisfied, so I was constantly wanting snacks of that ilk and being refused them. "Have an apple." Yeah. Not the same!

Lee, I hope you feel better soon.

Connie, insent.

Did you not like your food options?

I just didn't like eating, period. Waned for a while and then came back full force at puberty.

And it took twenty years for me to start inching up to feeling full (not good-time-to-stop-eating-before-it's-too-late full, but actual pushing on the stomach walls full). And that took peer pressure.

I may be sliding away from that again, since it seriously feels like my abs are doing battle with my stomach, and the abs are kinda winning.

My mother was an amazing cook, and I enjoyed the taste of almost everything she made. I just didn't like too much of it in my tummy.

I just didn't like eating, period.

I see. I liked eating more than was healthy, unfortunately. Balance, you elusive (to me, anyway) bastard.

Wow, it's late. I wish I were more tired, but I think I will try for bed anyway. With some reading first.

If they could make flavour pellets that just sat on your tongue...but no, I enjoyed and still enjoy chewing too, and the mix of textures and flavours flowing into each other and even temperatures combining.

The swallowing bit is where it starts to get icky. And as my stomach likes to remind me every now and again, the œsophagus is on its side, not my tongue's. So when it doesn't want food, it doesn't matter how good it tastes--there will be no swallowing.

I have had my offer on rent for that flat I went to see accepted. Yippe.

Congrats! Dude, you get to make an offer on rent over there? That's great.

Cheers PC. And Yep. I gave them £25 a month less than they wanted and demanded the carpets be cleaned. I am such a rental diva.

Today I'm 25, Ackers on DRIVE, another actress sent me a lovely memail, and I have a shiny flat. I'm TOTALLY going to buy cheesecake and pig the fuck out today.

Just finished watching this week's Unit. Am I to understand that fox alpha is code for fucking A?

I liked Blaine saying that he wasn't an officer-- it keeps the show in context. We don't need to know the politics of what happens, so much as the mechanics.

Okay, off to doze in front of Dirt.

Happy birthday! Have some cheesecake.