Weirdly enough it isn't as bad as I thought. He is really self sufficient and would never ask me to make something for him. He normally cooks his meal, despite getting in at 7:30 (I get in at about 6), shutting all doors and putting the extractor on, so I can't smell anything. He buys food I don't like etc. So this is what normally happens and I never thought I could cope with food or anything, but I am not finding it too bad most of the time, although unpacking it all was hard.
In some way I wonder if it's good for me, because it reinforces to me that I'm choosing to do this. I told him I'm living my food life through him
I will see how easy/hard it is as I go along. Am planning on making him chicken in a cheese and onion sauce (don't like cheese sauce) with brocolli and cauli and a jacket potato. Think I can cope with that. I have become as obsessed with getting calories into him as I am at getting them out of me!
I was so pleased with myself this morning as gave him loads of cereal (Jordan country crisp is SO high in cals, I couldn't believe it. 100g is about 460!!!) He had that, a smoothie and 2 slices of toast with butter. About 1000 cals - was so pleased with myself.
I think this is definitely my new obsession. It's like when I cannot stop watching cookery programmes, but I am now bringing them to life.
Maybe I've finally cracked?
Today I have felt a bit peckish. This usually means a massive drop the next day for me. So I need to be strong, the force is with me.