Bleh!!!

As I think I might have mentioned in a previous entry, my dear auntie is staying with us for a few weeks, from England. I'm home alone with her tonight, as the stepfather has fecked off for a long weekend in the remotest regions of Pennsylvania, the sister is away in Costa Rica, and mum is out to dindin with friends. Since it's just the 2 of us, I offered to bring auntie the dinner of her choice on my way home from the salon.

Auntie wanted Kentucky Fried Chicken. No biggie. I wouldn't eat that anyway, even without an eating disorder as it always used to make me a bit ill. But Auntie, I think, is suspicious of my eating habits. As soon as she sat down to dinner, she asks, "Aren't you having any?"

Now I planned on not eating dinner because I didn't work out today, so I could safely stay at 350 cals for the day. But I feel guilty not eating in front of my auntie. I don't know why - I can use the "not hungry" and "not feeling great" lines with mum and she never bats an eyelash, but it feels wrong to say that to auntie. WTF?!? So I had to sit there and nibble teensy pieces of biscuit and bits of ::gag:: original recipe chicken. I had maybe 50 cals worth of KFC, maximum, but now I feel like a bloated hippopotamus.