I know hunger is a serious world issue, and it's somehow a travesty that people like me submit ourselves to it as a way of attaining a superficial goal such as having prominent abdominal muscles, but this is my reality, and you know what, you can take your issues to Twitter for all I care.
Anyway, I'm being extra hard on myself by cutting down my food intake. Been avoiding rice altogether, along with carbs like bread and pasta.
So now I'm starving. I'm really starving. I can't keep my thoughts away from eating, from devouring, from going on an all consuming orgy where I stuff food down my face, and I wallow in tastes and textures dancing wonderful ballet in my mouth.
My boss Icel, who is just couple of pounds shy from her ideal weight after going on a Cohen diet, said talking about hunger pangs work. When you talk to someone about your hunger pangs, you release the stress somehow, and you deal with fasting easier. So that's what I'm doing now. I'm blogging away this feeling of hunger.
Hunger is a social construct. We anticipate the intake of food because society told us we need to eat three square meals. Our instincts tell us otherwise: that we eat because we're hungry. And hunger is a sensation created in the brain when various organs tell the nerves that they need to be nourished.
Also, for ages, fasting has been used by ascetics to get closer to God. There's something about the brain being deprived of nourishment that apparently opens itself to God, and other voices. So, in a way, when I skip lunch, I sort of clock it in as practicing my religion.
Ugh. But I'm really cranky right now. I think my hormones are working overtime to compensate for the lack of pleasure that I usually associate with the consumption of a full meal.
Hey, it does help! Ranting about my hunger pain somehow alleviated it. Comfort in imagined sympathy. Anyway, that's it for now, I need to go back to work. Kaya ko to.
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