I don't eat dinner unless I go out because I don't get hungry at night. And I only eat when I'm hungry.
I eat pretty healthy overall. I lean vegetarian, solely out of preference.
Recently I've lost 3 lbs for seemingly no reason. Maybe I'm dying? I don't know. I blame it on stress and being sick for the last two weeks.
I'm short, so, on my small frame one pound makes a visible difference. Granted, my metabolism has been so nice it almost makes me want to cry since I hit 21, so I don't gain weight very often or easily it seems. But given what I just said about being petite, gaining weight usually freaks me out enough to go in hardcore. Though I never go as extreme and one step away from anorexia the way I did as a teen.
As a kid, I was always told I was fat (mostly by my father) and to be honest that certainly plays a role in my fear of getting or being fat. Though at this point I do like my body, despite how fucked up it can be sometimes and how flawed/hideous I can feel due to certain things, which I guess is a little bit of a feat given what I just mentioned. I'm finally learning to invest in it again, trying to fix the damage I've done after getting so screwed over. It's not perfect, but it is the only body I get, I suppose and I want to take care of it as best as I can.
To be honest, I actually kind of loved the borderline anorexia "diet" teenage me engaged in. I loved that it hurt and was difficult. It was like a test of power, my mind versus my body. And my mind always won because it is harsh and intense. It made me feel so in control yet so all in and unfortunately that is the sort of thing that makes me tell the stars to put out their fires. I'm not crazy Patricia, I'm just goal-oriented.