On not eating
Feb. 16th, 2005 11:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
carbonelYou know, not eating is a lot like not smoking. This is one of my favorite quotes from Cowboy Feng's Space Bar and Grille:
"I thought about having a cigarette. I spent a great deal of time thinking about having a cigarette, though not as much time as I had six months before. Stupid way to spend your time, not smoking. 'Hi there, whatcha been up to?' 'Oh, I've been not smoking. You?' 'Not drinking. Whatcha gonna do tomorrow?' 'Oh, I thought I'd not drink coffee, without cream and sugar, you know. Maybe in the evening I'll not gamble for a while.'"
This morning I had a perfectly good breakfast (latte made with Hood's dairy beverage, low-carb yogurt with a quarter cup of low-carb cereal stirred into it), and in fact I'm not truly hungry. My stomach is content, as the Nethack line goes. But my stupid rebellious hindbrain keeps suggesting that just a little something to nibble on would be about right. I keep telling it that lunch is at 12:15, and it shuts up for a minute or two, then goes back to nagging me.
I don't have this problem in the evening, partly because both TV and cross-stitch are good distractions, and partly because I save my snack food for the evening, so I actually do have something to nibble on, at least until it's gone. But right now (and for the past couple of weeks) when I'm sitting at the computer working, unless I'm deeply involved in a project, I'm also not eating.
I hope this is a temporary state of affairs that will pass over time, but if not, I guess I'll have to learn to live with it. Or get fat again.
"I thought about having a cigarette. I spent a great deal of time thinking about having a cigarette, though not as much time as I had six months before. Stupid way to spend your time, not smoking. 'Hi there, whatcha been up to?' 'Oh, I've been not smoking. You?' 'Not drinking. Whatcha gonna do tomorrow?' 'Oh, I thought I'd not drink coffee, without cream and sugar, you know. Maybe in the evening I'll not gamble for a while.'"
This morning I had a perfectly good breakfast (latte made with Hood's dairy beverage, low-carb yogurt with a quarter cup of low-carb cereal stirred into it), and in fact I'm not truly hungry. My stomach is content, as the Nethack line goes. But my stupid rebellious hindbrain keeps suggesting that just a little something to nibble on would be about right. I keep telling it that lunch is at 12:15, and it shuts up for a minute or two, then goes back to nagging me.
I don't have this problem in the evening, partly because both TV and cross-stitch are good distractions, and partly because I save my snack food for the evening, so I actually do have something to nibble on, at least until it's gone. But right now (and for the past couple of weeks) when I'm sitting at the computer working, unless I'm deeply involved in a project, I'm also not eating.
I hope this is a temporary state of affairs that will pass over time, but if not, I guess I'll have to learn to live with it. Or get fat again.
