I’ve started a new experiment. It’s called eating.
Okay, yes, I’ve been eating for these 43, almost 44 years. I’m not saying that I was a Breatharian. However, I wouldn’t eat more than once a day. Maybe on occasion I’d have a snack, but really, I’d have one huge meal once a day.
Since I’ve been having smaller meals during the day, I’ve found my hunger. I’ve blogged before about not really feeling hunger, and how I didn’t know if I ever would be able to feel it. Well, since starting to eat at least two (sometimes three, boy am I getting radical) meals a day, I’ve been feeling the hunger.
Actually, it’s so bad (if I forget to eat — like this morning), that the dog heard my stomach growling and growled back! It is so forceful I can’t ignore it.
It’s hard to believe I used to not feel hunger at all. It’s hard to believe that I used to not feel hunger at all as recently as only two months ago.
This is a strange sensation, both in eating so often and in actually feeling hunger.