Let me just say that I NEVER have had a problem remembering to eat. Except at cons. Just. All. The. Time. I'll go to the con for 30 minutes, look up, and oh shit, it's 8PM and I haven't eaten all day. It's like my stomach magically suspends itself when I'm conning it up...
Me and my con-friends frequent Denny's at 2AM for waffles and (for me) six orders of fruit salad. Wish this was an exaggeration...
But there's this one story. Oh man. TW for eating disorders.
I went as Princess Tutu this year to a con. That morning, we get up ~8am to get ready for the con. I'm a vegan, so I didn't get to eat anything for breakfast, Continental Breakfast at the hotel doesn't like anything unless it's butterific.
Lunch, I ended up totally forgetting about. I tried to mention it two, three times to my conpartners because I was getting hungry, but every time I was interrupted (in the best way possible) with-- "Can I get a picture of you?"
That night at dinner, we go out to an Italian food place. Ugh. LOVE Italian food, HATE when they make their own pasta because eggs. So I ended up with the one salad on the menu. After removing the meat, cheese, sliced egg, I received a bowl full of spinach, two cherry tomatoes, and about 1Tbsp of sliced almonds (no dressing because my ED was still lingering and wouldn't let me eat those "worthless calories"). Meanwhile, my conbud, Kraehe, was picking at her pasta dish and ended up eating only about 5 bites because a. she always eats like a bird b. it was too spicy for her. Meanwhile, I had wolfed down my ~50 cal salad and after seeing her not eat, I broke out into tears, feeling like the piggiest of them all, and ran off and cried for two hours.
Needless to say, everything was better the next morning after everyone realized why I was acting up and got me some /food./