Another post based on a note from a couple of weeks ago ....
I'm trying to understand what hunger is all about? OK, that sounds crazy or pretentious, so let me explain what I mean.
A couple weeks ago I had to get some blood drawn for my routine physical, and that meant a 12-hour fast the night before. I did it, and found that it wasn't terribly arduous. So then I thought ... well hey, maybe I can do this more often. If I skip one meal a day -- dinner, for instance -- then maybe I'll stop steadily getting fatter the way I've been doing lately. The next night I tried that and succeeded, more or less fine. But I couldn't sustain it longer than that. The next night I had to have something to eat in the evening.
What is so interesting to me is that I didn't exactly feel hungry, not in the sense of my stomach feeling empty or hurting or growling. Nothing like that at all. As far as physical discomfort was concerned, I could have skipped dinner all week long. It's just that I felt ... strange. I don't know how else to put it. Something felt wrong about not sitting down to some food in the evening.
I still don't really understand why.
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