Food comes to mind often when you're not eating.
But not for the reason you think.
I'm not hungry at all, last meal was Thursday at noon. But I keep having thoughts about things like chips, a ham sandwhich and a beer. But I swear I'm not hungry.
This is a pretty clear example of how food becomes a comfort thing for us. It just seems there should be some food at hand. A little snack now to tide me over until the next little snack to tide me over until the next meal et cetera.
No loss of energy yet either. I just reconfigured my tower into a desktop and next I have to elevate some shelves to move this monitor back. I might wait until Sunday to do that.
Saturday
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