Food sucks

Yesterday my grandmother and I took a drive to Point Reyes. It's a really beautiful beach. The drive was nice, too. On the way there the weather was clear but the coast was covered in fog. Signs warned of sharks and sleeper waves. Yikes. The water was pretty rough.

Then we drove to another beach nearby. I can't remember the name of it, but it is believed to have been the landing spot of Sir Francis Drake. The wind and water were much calmer there.

Today a woman named Bess visited the store. She's a jewelry designer and my grandmother sells some of her work. My grandmother was glad we were able to meet because Bess has struggled with anxiety and depression, like me. She's a really cool lady - very fun. A woman came into the store the other day wearing her favorite pair of Bess's earrings. My grandmother and she and I got to talking and we found out Pat (that's the woman's name) is studying Hebrew. She's off to Israel next week. Well, it turns out that Bess teaches Hebrew and she's been to Israel several times. I think it's funny that Pat and her favorite designer Bess share this in common.

My grandmother says Bess deals with overeating (it shows), and I have the opposite problem. In fact, my psychiatrist thinks I may be underweight for my height and age. She weighed me in her office and the scale said 102 pounds. I don't want to go to my doctor because she'll just have me get my blood tested, again. I've had blood drawn three times in the last year. They've got enough of my blood.

Anyway, my grandparents are determined to help me gain weight by stuffing me with food. I don't like this idea. Last night we had pasta for dinner and I ate my fill of it. I walked their dog Jack with my grandfather after that and he bought me a sweet fruit syrupy thing from a new Mexican joint in the neighborhood. Later that night I got sick to my stomach. I felt like I just ate too much. I guess I really don't eat enough during the day, but I don't let myself go to sleep hungry or anything. So I don't know how to solve this problem. It might not be a problem at all - I haven't actually been to my doctor. Oh, well.

I've been having a Coke every day that I'm at the store. I made myself stop drinking soda a while ago, so I guess I'm breaking that rule for now. It doesn't help that the store's right across from an ice cream parlor. I had a chocolate milk shake from there the other day and it didn't combine well with the soda I had. Made me feel like I had a rock in my stomach.

Tonight my grandfather is making stir-fry for dinner and we'll see how that goes. My grandmother had me eat a whole pint of ice cream a few days ago and I have another one waiting in the freezer. Oh, boy.