It’s a pretty color though, right?
A cheeseburger sounds really good.
I watched four hours of Chopped last night. I’m not even half-way through this 8-day fast, and already fantasizing about what to eat first on Tuesday.
My body isn’t being subtle telling me there’s no food in there. And while I don’t feel like I’m starving – I do feel funny. My anxiety is a little higher today than normal, which I’m attributing to having not eaten since Sunday.
Eating is something to do. It’s about more than just assuaging hunger – it’s a fun past-time – like shopping for new espadrilles on Amazon. Eating has been a small multi-tasking ritual that accomplished important endeavors simultaneously – it eliminated hunger, gave me something to do, and it occupied short periods of time.
Something else worth noting – vegetable juice is BORING. Yummy food is something I look forward to. I associate eating tasty morsels of flavorful goodness with positive feelings. I’m not experiencing positive feelings downing a glass of vegetable lunch. There’s no psychological reward.
The anticipation of eating, the visual I get looking at something I’m about to devour – something that my nose tells me will taste good, the sensation of chewing, and the sensation of becoming satiated – these are all missing and this part of not eating is almost a bigger deal than the physical sensation of getting by on four glasses of thick juice a day.