I think I mentioned before that my sister basically stopped speaking to me as soon as I got smaller than she is. Makes it hard when you live in the same house, but there’s just nothing I can do about it. Now she’s added that she will not eat in front of me either. As if I’m the food police or something. Drives me crazy and makes family mealtimes impossible, but it’s not my issue so once again, I can’t do anything about it.

Well… since I was approved for salads, I have a standing order that when they order out, that’s what I want… a salad with some sort of protein on it– usually grilled chicken and cheese. This is every time. There is no deviation. Well, last night they ordered out without asking me what I wanted and when they called me down for dinner, my sister had a salad with grilled chicken and I had– are you ready?– big ol’ greasy chicken fingers and french fries! And there was literally nothing else in the house to eat. Today’s pay day. So I picked some chicken out of the breading and gave the french fries to my 17 year old wolfdog who just loves them.

I tried to nicely mention it later to my mother and got a very snide ‘you’re welcome’… I don’t know exactly what to do about all of this… at this point they know what I can and can’t eat and they know what I will and won’t eat. And they know what makes me sick. I’m not gaining weight to make my sister feel better about herself! Ugh!