Waiting

I keep waiting for someone irl to tell me its ok to stop or its time to stop, but no one seems to have even noticed.  Well, except for my mother who offers to hold food for me so I won’t be tempted at home and my father who asked if I had found any good exercises to help tighten my stomach since its sagging from losing weight.  Constantly being praised is maddening.  All I can think about is how I must wait until I’m literally skin and bones before someone will say, “this is far enough.”  Until then, I continue to skip meal after meal.  I wonder how long a body can run on fewer than 100 calories a day?  I guess I’ll find out.