For those that have not been reading my blog long enough to know, I used to be rather overweight. One of my most read articles ever was me talking about my life while being overweight and how I felt after losing a lot of pounds.
But what I never talked about was something odd that’s been a big part of my life for the longest time. I’m sure it had something to do with my weight being so unhealthy as a child, but, even in a healthier place now, it’s not stopped.
And that’s my absurd hunger.
Regardless of my metabolism or weight levels or level of exercise, it constantly feels like I am feeding an animal in my stomach. I always eat until I’m full because I know that I have maybe four hours, at the most, before my stomach shreds right through all of that.
It sometimes feels like my stomach bottomed out on me. And when I don’t eat for long enough, I tend to get rather cranky, fuzzy-headed, and just not any fun to be around.
This is one of the reasons that my preferred diet is a heck of a lot of meat and milk and coffee, all in one sitting. Maybe a carb, too, but that’s not required.
Greek salads piled high with gyro meat or Chinese food with a ton of salty, tangy meat are some of my favorite meals. I tend to make a lot of stuff with eggs now because they are cheap and easy protein.
Sometimes I wonder if I feel compelled to exercise because that food needs to go somewhere, do something, or else I’ll just be eating for no real purpose.
For those worried, I’ve certainly mentioned this to people who know more than I do about the human body, and I don’t think I’ve ever had someone tell me there was an issue with the actual hunger. Because I don’t eat junk food much anymore (barring the Chinese food mentioned above), it’s not like I’m putting horrible stuff into my stomach—I’m just eating a lot of better stuff.
Sometimes even my insomnia is caused by me being too hungry to sleep. I’ll find myself needing at least some milk to get my raging fire of a stomach to calm.
Now, I don’t want someone reading this to worry about me. It’s a weird existence, yeah, but I don’t really mind it. I like a lot of foods; I have a robust palette. After all, when you’re hungry all the time, you don’t really have the luxury of being that picky.
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Special thanks to: Melissa Potter
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