Rations are getting scarce. I fear the battle is not going well.
I have stepped up tactics to draw more attention. I can only hope this will result in more food soon. I’ve started hiding rations for later use. There is no telling when the food will completely run out. This morning I hid a tuna flavored soft shell in a pile of pants in the laundry room. With the security gate in place, I’ll be able to retreat there if things get worse.
Diet warfare must be illegal. Must find counsel. Body and hope dwindling.