I’m always hungry…usually. Or at least it feels like I’m always hungry, always ready to eat.
I just love food so much.
But I’m not hungry, and I haven’t really been for the past couple days. Almost a week straight, now.
And whenever I do eat it’s less because I’m hungry and more because I know that if I don’t eat I’ll get dizzy and stuff. The other day I actually made it until almost 8pm before I realized that the last thing I ingested was a glass of orange juice at breakfast. And I was like, “Oh shoot, I better eat something before I pass out.” But even then I wasn’t as hungry as I would have expected myself to be. I mean, I had an appetite, just not an OhmygodIhaven’teatenallday appetite.
Even now, I’ve been up since 7am and still haven’t eaten anything, albeit mostly because I’m too lazy. But it’s lunchtime so I feel like I should eat, but I look down to my stomach expecting to feel grumblings and I get….nothing.
I suppose I shouldn’t complain. This hopefully means my new diet is working out, and hopefully this will then translate into me losing a bunch of weight. But still…it’s bizarre. There’s so much silence coming from my body on the matter, that I almost don’t know what to do with myself.