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Yeh and also pasta went at the same time.
I stood Infront of the fridge the first morning I had to give it all up and thought what the fuck am I going to eat? There’s literally fucking nothing to eat
My breakfast was always toast and marmite with porridge and fruit. Like nearly my whole life. Then one day it was all just taken away from me. Like a stolen baby. I didn’t really know what to eat for a month or so.
The thought of smoked fish then provoked suicidal thoughts.