This is going to be tough to describe but I'll try.
This constant hunger is an unfamiliar hunger to most people. It's not that oh-my-god-I-could-eat-a-triple-quarter-pounder-and-a-bag-of-doritos hunger that one normally feels when dinner gets delayed by an hour or so. That was my brain telling my overweight body to eat, and that went away after a few weeks.
No, this is something deeper. More primal. My body is now telling my brain it needs more calories. It's a comfortable, efficient hunger. I find myself crafting snares and primitive weapons in my spare time.
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