My body is weird. I know it. I accept it. After years without a manual, I have figured out some of the oddities. Like how I am stronger on my right side, but more flexible on my left. Or how if the temperature drops, I suddenly pee all the damn time. (Cheese Fiend suggested something about Scandinavian frogs and natural antifreeze and whatnot that seemed to make sense.) Or if I am having "death burps" to drink some pineapple juice.
Last night, I had a new issue. It started around 3. Suddenly, I was insatiably hungry. No matter what I threw at the Appetite, I couldn't placate it. I felt like Erysichthon. After 3, I plowed through a peanut bar. When I got home from work at 5, I devoured leftover spaghetti bake. Chocolate icing, berries, erg.
I considered all the usual suspects. I wasn't lacking anything in my diet (sometimes I crave a salad when I haven't had any veggies in a while, or a cheeseburger when I am feeling anemic). I had my daily dose of chocolate. I was well-hydrated, not bored or medicating. And I wasn't craving something or denying myself what I wanted.
What the hell?
Spent a while cruising around, telling my body it could have whatever it wanted if it would just shut up (stupid stomach growling). Even a stroll through the grocery just made me feel generically hungry. I could eat anything. Ended up with deviled eggs (protein with wonky texture) and a donut for good measure, before just giving up and going to bed.
I'm hoping it was just the abrupt 30 degree temperature drop that sent my body into hibernation mode or something.
I have pretty much learned not to fight my body. It will win, or it will be a really sore loser.
on Pandora: "Wonderful World" - Supercar
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