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.