Every time I forget to eat, I worry about the weight I will gain as a consequence. Let me explain. If I miss my hunger point, then I will have to eat so that my body does not recede into starvation mode. I am, in fact, so afraid that I end up eating too much when eating in the first place makes me worry.
Yesterday, I wanted to eat something because I hadn't eaten anything yet. I was too busy working my 12 hour shifts. The only thing available was a package of noodles. At 20% of the recommended daily intake of fat, it really turned me off. Then it hit me: this is what my life has become. I have fallen victim to food. Here I am, caught in a dilemma of eating or not eating all for the sake of weight gain/loss. Is it pathetic? Is it sad?
Is it depressed that eating something means "live it up"? Tell me. Is it?
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