A struggle

Sometimes the food services at my school, Sodexo, doesn't seem to have anything good to eat. Since we have to do fitness logs for a gym class I'll find myself writing in that I practically ate a sandwich at every meal. I've noticed that ever since I came to IMSA I also don't eat a lot at every meal because of the small portions that they give us. I used to have different eating habits when I lived at home and so when I go home and I truly am hungry I eat more than the usual. I once read that if you eat a lot you can get tired because your stomach is working hard to digest all your food. So after I'm done eating at home, I always get a case of the sleepys and end up taking a nap. Either way I guess both at home and at IMSA there are always those times when I look into the fridge or the line at Sodexo and there's just nothing good to eat. I don't eat any pork or beef and sometimes that's all my mom has in the fridge. -.- Anyways there are those very few and rare times when at both my house and Sodexo EVERYTHING in the fridge or the line is good. I hate it then because it's just like a buffet, I find that I want to take a little of everything, but no matter how little I take I always end up eating more than I normally would. I wish sometimes that it wouldn't be a struggle to eat and I could have a satisfying meal all the time. When I have a full week of that, then perhaps my life will be complete :D

That wave of hunger

I really don't know what is about huger that makes it so inconsistent. Sometimes I find myself at home hard at work. My sister and my room faces the east. Every morning, I hate how much I have to wake up on the weekends because the sun is shining too bright in my face. Anyway as I start working there, the sun is still coming in through my window. By the time that I decide to take a break, I find myself in the dark. The only thing that is giving me light is my computer screen. I can't believe it. I have been typing, reading and contemplating what to write. I hear a knock at the door. My brother comes in and tells me that my parents said it's time for dinner. "I'm not hungry," I tell my brother. I mean my stomach hasn't grumbled one time since I came up here to work on my things. About half any hour later, I find myself forced to come downstairs because for some odd reason my parents think that ever since I came to IMSA I don't eat anything and that I'm starving myself or something. In reality they don't know about all the extra things I eat because of the stress. However, when I'm there with them it doesn't help that my stomach doesn't give some kind of signal that it wants food so I don't go looking for it. I get to the kitchen and look at what my mom has made for dinner and I can't believe it. All of a sudden I just feel this wave of hunger come. My stomach all of a sudden is like a dying bird, making all those weird noises. Man, where the hell did this even come from? Damn, as I'm grabbing the chicken nuggets my mouth is just starting to water. I place one in my mouth and it's like heaven. As if I had been deprived of food for like the past day. I just don't understand it. How can that even happen??? It just seems to be one of the odd habits/things that I developed since I came to IMSA. I wonder if I'm the only one...