Hunger

It's time for a correction to my previous post.  My appetite is not a bit off.  I'm hungry.  Really hungry.  Really, really hungry.

After basically force-feeding myself all day, my body has decided to ignore the fact that my run ended eight hours ago.  It is still screaming for food.  Lots of food.  Like a mountain of food.  And while this would normally be something tolerable, something to be celebrated even, with, say, a mountain of food, my brain for some reason doesn't want anything to do with this idea.  So I have continued to force-feed, albeit only a little at a time (mostly because that's all I can tolerate).

And yet, mere moments after I stop eating, I again have a raging, insatiable hunger.  Like so hungry I'm nauseated.  Uncomfortable.  Restless.

I am not a fan.