During my most angriest days of ptsd, I could not eat. Anything that went close to my gagging point was a big no no. After awhile I would settle down, get a huge burger ready for consumption, and bam, something or one would set me off.
I could not look into the mirror, because I was so sickly skinny, and was asked to many times if I were anerexic.
Anything that adds weight to you while under too much stress, as a medic, is always ok with me, so chow chow chow... lol