Food

[asterroc]

7:00pm: T$ declares he ate something weird for lunch, so his stomach isn't feeling quite right.
7:30pm: I ask if I should just eat leftovers, he agrees. I pick up my laptop and go through last year's physics quizzes so I can use one for tomorrow.
7:45pm: I realize I haven't put Kappa to sleep. I do so, and say "I should eat something" aloud in T$'s vicinity.
8:00pm: T$ asks me if I'm going to eat something. I say "yes" and work on the slideshow for physics.
8:10pm: I ask T$ to remind me to eat in a while.
8:15pm: T$ reminds me to eat. I say "oh yeah" and go back to work.
8:20pm: I finally get up and nuke some leftovers
8:25pm: I take them out of the nuker, put them on the table, pick up my laptop, and start elljaying.
8:30pm: T$ starts eating my leftovers because I'm not. I guess his stomach's feeling better. Why doesn't my physics textbook list AUs in meters in the front cover?

This is why I used to be 14 lbs lighter when I lived by myself - I just don't have a strong eating drive. Not that that's particularly a bad thing; I'm sure yo-yoing weight by as much as 10 lbs as I used to do wasn't good.

Comments

[fireaphid.livejournal.com]

Ha, and that's how I experienced the freshman fifteen, losing 15lbs in the first term of school because I couldn't remember to eat with all the interesting physics to do.

[framefolly.livejournal.com]

Wow! We're like polar opposites! I have to pry myself away from constant thoughts of food!