My dad has been sleeping in the living room since injuring his ankle (because my parents& #39; bedroom is upstairs) and he tends to sleep in pretty late... Like, 5 hours later than me. Which means I can& #39;t make myself a proper breakfast without waking him up.

My body is still pretty touchy when it comes to calories since I had anorexia for a long time, so the last ~1.5 weeks of missing out on a meal means I& #39;m waking up so hungry I want to cry. I& #39;m doing what I can to eat enough but I can only do so much.

On top of that, I& #39;m in a fibro and migraine flare which makes it hard to make meals in the first place. Anyway, there& #39;s not much point to this thread other than to vent because I& #39;m so damn hungry in a way that a bowl of corn chex (the quietest meal to make rn) cannot satisfy.

(I shouldn& #39;t have to but I feel the need to specify that I am very privileged in the fact that we have food, plenty of it, and my family is healthy, etc. I acknowledge this isn& #39;t a huge deal on the scheme of things. But also, I& #39;m still allowed to be frustrated.)