In Which I Submit to the Authority. . .

. . . of the Pasta Roni box.  Yes, I actually followed the directions, and used butter and milk and the whole shebang.  (Granted, it was whipped butter and skim milk.  But still). I've been cooking for myself ever since the ED began (ED is why I started cooking for myself years before I left my parents' house), and I always eschew the directions by default.  What, add to the food?  Sacrilege, that stuff is scary enough even when it's naked.   Making a note of this probably seems trivial and dumb, but this it's kind of symbolic of the changes I am trying to make, living less in the realm of ED and more in the real world.  (And no, Pasta Roni is not the healthiest thing in the world, but I'm dealing with Brokecollegestudent gourmet here.  At least it is a step above Ramen, right?).

Also, my body is not ravenous for food anymore, so, ironically, I can eat richer foods.  It seems counterintuitive, but before all of my food choices were designed to get the largest possible volume into my stomach for the least amount of calories.  The calories added by the butter and milk were "wasted," because for the same cal intake I could have added more noodles or any other type of food that would actually fill me.  (Yes, I know, fat keeps you full longer, rationale is not the ED's strong point).  Now that I'm not in starvation mode, and am not going insane amounts of time until my next meal, I'm finally moving on to being concerned with actual content as opposed to squeezing every ounce possible into my calorie quota for the day.

And you know what?  It really does taste better.  So the ED can take its bland chewy noodles and shove them, and that is all I have to say about that.