The amount of food I consume per day is hard for me to pin down; all I know is it's way too much.
My daily food intake depends on how much appetite I have on any given day, or what my feelings are like that day. The fluoxetine I'm on used to actually cut my appetite a little bit, but that's worn off. I have cholestrol and triglyceride problems, but not much motivation to do anything about it. I don't want to go hungry (I did once, in high school, and it S*CKED), and my stepmother fat-shames me all the time, so if I WERE to do anything about it, it would mean she wins.....you know, like she might think, "Yay, Coupe's losing weight at last! I'll fat-shame her even more and see if that works, too!"
I don't really have very many immediate health problems, anyway....just random aches and pains, and getting winded after doing something as chill as power-walking. My main problem is that I've come to equate food with love and affection (Pizza's never let me down before), mostly due to my stepmother's criticism and fat-shaming forcing me to find refuge in food, but of course, telling her that won't do much good. 
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"IT'S NOT FAIR!" "Life isn't fair, Calvin." "I know, but why isn't it ever unfair in MY favor?" ~ from Calvin and Hobbes