I'm having a hard time

I'm having a hard time characterizing myself in this book. It's supposedly the one thing most people overlook when writing about their lives. They characterize everyone around them so well, because they've observed everyone around them so well, but then they also forget to do the same for themselves. And then no one likes the main character... yourself.

I think I'll just have to end as many chapters as possible with, "...and then I went into the house and ate something." That shows a little character. Repetition is key with something like that though. Around the fifth or sixth time people will get the point. Of course, in the later chapters, a repetition like that would be replaced with, "...and later that night I had another nightmare in which a singular calorie found it's way into my body and I was three hundred pounds again."