Now that her appetite is annoyingly fickle, her favorite meal of the day is breakfast. She often feels indifferent towards lunch, especially since her shamtastic lunch buddy is deployed. By the time she gets back home from work, all she wants to do is take a sip of wine and fall asleep, which has been increasingly difficult to do as well.
What is proving to be really exasperating is that she feels no hunger nor cravings. She used to draw pleasure from figuring out exactly what she wants to taste, at what temperature, of which texture. And then she would eat just that. It used to be all too easy to satisfy her appetite. Nowadays, if her stomach sends hunger cues on rare occasions, she would want to eat something that is impossible to find nor cook in Germany.
What is proving to be really exasperating is that she feels no hunger nor cravings. She used to draw pleasure from figuring out exactly what she wants to taste, at what temperature, of which texture. And then she would eat just that. It used to be all too easy to satisfy her appetite. Nowadays, if her stomach sends hunger cues on rare occasions, she would want to eat something that is impossible to find nor cook in Germany.
Eating breakfast has become the most satisfying activity of the day. She gets ever so slightly hungry after PT and that is reason enough for her to fix herself a full meal. It always ends up being something rather unconventional for breakfast, because she would crave a T-bone steak or a bowl of spaghetti. Whatever. Girl's gotta eat. No matter what, she cracks two eggs on the frying pan and fries them over easy. Because yolky eggs are awesome.
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