- A couple of handfuls of cereal (Corn Flakes, mostly)
- An apple
- About 2 cups of yogurt
- Some other stuff that's so insignificant I'm not even going to try to remember it
The thing is, I'm not mad at her. I know this is a disease, it takes forever to overcome it, it's not just about the food, blah blah blah. I'm just... flailing. Flailing and trying desperately to understand how my wife - who loves food with a passion, who cooks and bakes like Aunt Jemima's sister in heaven, who throughout our life together has drawn so much joy from simple perfect food - how that person could eat an apple the size of a tennis ball and call it a day.