Friday, June 25, 2010
Being sick and having no appetite are very enlightening when one is trying to lose weight. (No pun intended.)
Today is the first day I've recognized what true hunger was, versus "wanting to eat" or "being time to eat" or worse, wanting food for "comfort".
It's funny, I'm so incredibly hurt and upset and angry right now, and the food I have sitting in front of me holds no appeal. The thought of eating is entirely repulsive. I suppose it's also good that I can find something positive in all of this...
(I realize I'm being cryptic. I can't really talk publicly about most of what's going on right now, and I apologize for that.)