So my appetite has finally returned. Kind of. I welcome it back as it’s a sign of being better but I also confess to a certain rueful regret: losing my appetite sort-of made me one of those people I’ve longed to be most of my life. Someone who eats because they’re hungry. Who doesn’t have a “thing” about food. Isn’t obsessed with it. It’s necessary, vital, and needed but that’s it. Let’s eat, let’s not think about it much, let’s move on.
If only! I don’t think that’ll ever happen to me but I have had a flavour of it – d’you see what I did there! I eat because I have to and my body requires it but I’ve been dreading it because most of the time it still makes me feel nauseous. So once I know I’ve had sufficient calories to keep me going, I stop! Boy if I could’ve done that all my life I wouldn’t be this this potato you see in front of you! Read More→