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I am having such a ravenous day; it's driving me insane. I shuffled my menus to allow for a breakfast double the size of what I have on a typical day, and was starving less than an hour afterwards.  This does not mean I didn't want to quit eating; it was definitely not an appetite issue. I'm one of those annoying I'm Not a Breakfast Person people and have to force myself not to skip it.  I have been like that since birth. But once I do have something in the morning, my metabolism resurrects itself and some days (like today) I'm hungrier than before I ate even though I don't feel like eating.

 If that seems like it doesn't make sense, I agree.  Well, in reality I know all about the metabolism-boosting virtues of breakfast and that I should be glad I haven't buried my metabo for good after over a decade of torturing it. I am at least at the stage at which I can tell appetite from hunger. Baby steps.

Same with lunch: if anything, hungrier 30 minutes afterward than right before I ate. I even allowed myself an extra(! gold star?), non-compensated for snack, which helped me to not spontaneously implode before dinner, an allowance I only ever so rarely grant myself. It's something I told T. I would do better this week.  Somewhere deep down I know that if my body is that insistent I should probably listen to it. Because you know how much love my body and I have for each other.... :/

This is nothing I've never been through before, but it's still annoying and distracting as hell.I apparently am also having hot flashes this afternoon.

I swear some days recovery feels like a sadistic hybrid of puberty and menopause.