Food is no longer my friend - I either eat and nothing happens or I eat and my stomach hurts, soon followed by traumatic pooping (or as dinglehopper would say, "pissing out your ass".) Its completely unpredictable. At least I don't throw up very often... that would be awful. When I can't or don't eat for even just a day, my weight drops quickly. I don't even feel the least bit hungry nor do I want to eat any type of food (even favorite foods.) My bones & muscles start to feel like I can't even support my own weight... even standing up is difficult. I get lightheaded & feel chronically weak. Its hard to explain the exact feeling, but if I had to describe it in one word it would be "pathetic." After not eating very much since Wednesday of last week, Ken finally took me to Olive Garden (my favorite restaurant) on Saturday night. I was able to eat a fairly good-sized meal that mostly agreed with me. And, it mostly stayed inside my body... at least long enough for us to get home. So, by Sunday morning I was better, but still tired.