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My relationship with food seems to be a strange one. I mean, I've heard of emotional eating; eating more when you're feeling miserable. Ok, fine, I've more than heard of it. That's not my point.

What does it mean that when I'm emotionally upbeat and content, I fail to feel hungry at all?

Conversations with myself go something like this -

"Self, you haven't eaten anything today. Go eat."
"But I'm full!"
"Remember that 'not eaten anything all day' part?"
"Nuh-uh. I had a twinkie!"
"Why does my inner voice sound like it's ten years old?"
"I dunno. Why do you sound like my mom?"
"Dude, we technically have the same mom, and we are now waaay off topic."
"And thus, I win at life."

On that note, I go to microwave myself some Swedish Meatballs. Those are, too, breakfast food!