"deer in the headlights"
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I'm laughing so hard reading all the posts, picturing that look we all have when something gets stuck and our spouses/friends saying "Are you OK ?"
Loving all the stories, scraping pizza, picking at our food.
Meals have become such ritual for me. First the tea then maybe some soup, chew chew wait, pick apart leaving pasta, breads and rice behind. People eating with me often ask "what are you doing?" cause everything is separated on my plate. They're all done (amazing how fast they can eat) and I'm begging them not to leave the table yet.
When we go out to eat I'm always suggesting we share so I can taste all there foods and I can't finish my plate anyway. I remember reading "before banding no one was allowed to touch my plate" that was me.....