yumI've got to stop pigging out. The cold weather has officially arrived, and every year about this time, I get a strange and unfamiliar feeling in my stomach: hunger. It only lasts for a day or so before my ability to feel hunger goes away again, but suddenly I want soup and hot cheesy potato-y things with gravy and bread.
My sister has told me that I talk about food all the time and she assures me that it is indicative of some kind of problem. Well excuse me for being a Taurus! We do like to eat. I personally like to reminisce fondly about past meals and verbally share my anticipation of future ones with anyone who'll listen. But okay, I'll try not to talk about food so much
I wouldn't worry too much about it unless your clothes are getting too small. Waifishly thin is just not healthy.