December 12th, 2008

Bun: joy

The Dream of The Brown Turtle (with apologies to Sting)


I'm not hungry.

For the first time in three months, I'm not hungry. It is the best feeling ever.

I'm serious - you know how when you've been out hiking all day in the cold, and you come back indoors, and you think you're really hungry for a good dinner, and then you smell the really awesome stew that's cooking on the stove, and suddenly you're starving? That's the level of hunger I've been dealing with all the time. On Wednesday, when I was home sick - sick, when one should be not hungry at all! - I was lying on the sofa crying because the hunger wouldn't go away.

I am not really ashamed in the least bit for taking the Slimquick - just like I take pills (yes I take a couple of different ones and also slap on antiinflammatory and/or pain-killing patches on my arms from time to time) for the pain, I am taking pills for the hunger, and while the pain pills (unfairly) don't make me euphoric, the absence of hunger is actually making me giddy.

I don't even care if I don't lose much weight - I've shed the water I was retaining (I can see my ankles again!), and I'm not hungry.

But that wasn't what I was going to write about today - the turtle has made progress. His story continues...
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