Two hours into this venture:

My stomach is screaming for something to fill it. Hunger is such a foreign feeling to me. Anne Lamott writes of her own discovery of hunger in her book, Traveling Mercies. Unlike her, I'm not bulimic. Well, I am. I just don't purge. Like her, I eat when it's time - three or more times a day with a few bites in between. (It's so convenient that few is such a vague term right now!) It's like I have a fear of being empty - "always hungry or stuffed, but never full" (Lamott, paraphrased). I compulsively fill myself with whatever numbs me to my hunger. Hmm... revelation.