So, folks. Last night I had had my breakfast, lunch and dinner and I knew, I just knew my body “shouldn’t” need any more food.
Despite myself, I of course began to automatically tally calories. Anyone who’s ever dieted can pretty much do that in his or her sleep.
I stopped the mental counting, but I resisted the fact that I was hungry after dinner. I just…wanted something. Not anything huge. But I wanted and needed more food.
After a couple of hours of mental self-torture, I thought: Fuck it. Are you kidding me? I’m supposed to not be dieting.
And I had a little mini-scoop of the leftover pasta salad.
And then I was no longer hungry. I had been hungry, I ate something, I stopped being hungry.