I run into a lot of people who say they forgot to eat. Too busy. Or something.
I, on the other hand, obsess about eating. WHat’s for dinner? What’s for lunch? Is there milk for breakfast? Is there something sweet in the house?
It’s crazy really. I read somewhere that people who are fat tend to think about food quite a bit. (Sorry. No foot note. I can’t remember where I read it. Maybe I imagined it.) I can relate. I think about food quite a bit. Especially when my mind isn’t occupied with something else.
The worst part is that I’m think about easy things to eat. Things i can just pop into my mouth and consumer quickly as if the act of putting something in my mouth will satisfy some unnameable desire. Or if something goes in my mouth – food, that is – I’ll somehow be satisfied for a period of time.
The sad part is that the quick food fix doesn’t do jack except make me fat. It doesn’t satisfy some unnameable desire and the hunger, if it was ever really there, is still around. Really, it’s the boredom. Put food in my mouth. Return to boredom.
So, no. I’ve never had a problem forgetting to eat. My problem is not forgetting.