I wouldn't say that I have anorexia. I would say that there are times when food tastes bad. Right now I am trying to eat anything we have in our house because otherwise I won't eat at all. No matter what I put into my mouth it feels like going outside and picking up a handful of dirt would be better. Things with lots and lots of sugar don't make me feel like I want to vomit when they are in my mouth. But then I get into roller coasters of sugar highs and lows.
When people ask me about emotional eating I say that it isn't one of my problems. Maybe the real answer is, "I should do emotional eating. Instad I starve myself because I have been so thoroughly indoctrinated with the idea that white flour and sugar are poisons." But the thing is, I'm using those ideas to justify behavior I had anyway.
Noah tries to help. But he's fucking frustrated. And it's showing in his tone of voice. So I cry a lot. And I'm hungry. And everything tastes so very very bad. And my stomach hurts. And I need to go paint.