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Sep. 11th, 2007 04:16 pm
Sep. 11th, 2007
feed me, seymour!
Sep. 11th, 2007 11:38 pmHunger stages of the Me:
-3. That horribly delicious Christmas dinner at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
enotsola's one year where we laid on the bed for about two hours afterwards, unable to move.
-2. No, really, I'm full. The idea of chewing and swallowing is starting to make me slightly ill.
-1. I'm full, thanks.
0. Not hungry, although I would still probably eat something tasty if you put it in front of me.
1. I'm a little hungry and am probably in the mood for something in particular. Overall disposition changes very little.
2. I'm reasonably hungry and would probably eat whatever. Mood is getting a little short-tempered.
3. I'm hungry enough that nothing seems appealing and I want to rant at the very idea. This is my crankiest stage, where on bad days I resemble a four-year-old.
4. I'm even hungrier than that and am back to probably eating whatever I can possibly get my hands on, including food that is stale or that has been out of refrigeration for a questionable amount of time.
5. My stomach gives up on the idea that I am going to feed it, and I get a "second wind" where I don't feel that hungry, and thus am back to the -1 to +1 range as far as mood, although physically I would probably be willing to give a go to anything but my most hated foods (like eggplant and bananas).
The way to get me out of stage 3 is not to ask me what I want to eat; I will only snap at you. Just get some food and put it in front of me. Seriously, just about anything except foods I specifically hate (that's for stage 5 or beyond into the beginnings of deprivation); I'll eat it. I am just not at a point where I can voice a choice for myself because I am feeling like "fuck the world, including food, and you who are trying to offer it to me! grrr!"
enotsola can probably vouch for all of this, having been in the car on several occasions when I passed from stage 2 into 3 while we were deciding where to go for a meal (and, of course, having been there at the aforementioned Christmas dinner).
Just a survival tip for y'all.
-3. That horribly delicious Christmas dinner at
enotsola's one year where we laid on the bed for about two hours afterwards, unable to move.-2. No, really, I'm full. The idea of chewing and swallowing is starting to make me slightly ill.
-1. I'm full, thanks.
0. Not hungry, although I would still probably eat something tasty if you put it in front of me.
1. I'm a little hungry and am probably in the mood for something in particular. Overall disposition changes very little.
2. I'm reasonably hungry and would probably eat whatever. Mood is getting a little short-tempered.
3. I'm hungry enough that nothing seems appealing and I want to rant at the very idea. This is my crankiest stage, where on bad days I resemble a four-year-old.
4. I'm even hungrier than that and am back to probably eating whatever I can possibly get my hands on, including food that is stale or that has been out of refrigeration for a questionable amount of time.
5. My stomach gives up on the idea that I am going to feed it, and I get a "second wind" where I don't feel that hungry, and thus am back to the -1 to +1 range as far as mood, although physically I would probably be willing to give a go to anything but my most hated foods (like eggplant and bananas).
The way to get me out of stage 3 is not to ask me what I want to eat; I will only snap at you. Just get some food and put it in front of me. Seriously, just about anything except foods I specifically hate (that's for stage 5 or beyond into the beginnings of deprivation); I'll eat it. I am just not at a point where I can voice a choice for myself because I am feeling like "fuck the world, including food, and you who are trying to offer it to me! grrr!"
enotsola can probably vouch for all of this, having been in the car on several occasions when I passed from stage 2 into 3 while we were deciding where to go for a meal (and, of course, having been there at the aforementioned Christmas dinner).Just a survival tip for y'all.
feed me, seymour!
Sep. 11th, 2007 11:38 pmHunger stages of the Me:
-3. That horribly delicious Christmas dinner atenotsola's one year where we laid on the bed for about two hours afterwards, unable to move.
-2. No, really, I'm full. The idea of chewing and swallowing is starting to make me slightly ill.
-1. I'm full, thanks.
0. Not hungry, although I would still probably eat something tasty if you put it in front of me.
1. I'm a little hungry and am probably in the mood for something in particular. Overall disposition changes very little.
2. I'm reasonably hungry and would probably eat whatever. Mood is getting a little short-tempered.
3. I'm hungry enough that nothing seems appealing and I want to rant at the very idea. This is my crankiest stage, where on bad days I resemble a four-year-old.
4. I'm even hungrier than that and am back to probably eating whatever I can possibly get my hands on, including food that is stale or that has been out of refrigeration for a questionable amount of time.
5. My stomach gives up on the idea that I am going to feed it, and I get a "second wind" where I don't feel that hungry, and thus am back to the -1 to +1 range as far as mood, although physically I would probably be willing to give a go to anything but my most hated foods (like eggplant and bananas).
The way to get me out of stage 3 is not to ask me what I want to eat; I will only snap at you. Just get some food and put it in front of me. Seriously, just about anything except foods I specifically hate (that's for stage 5 or beyond into the beginnings of deprivation); I'll eat it. I am just not at a point where I can voice a choice for myself because I am feeling like "fuck the world, including food, and you who are trying to offer it to me! grrr!"
enotsola can probably vouch for all of this, having been in the car on several occasions when I passed from stage 2 into 3 while we were deciding where to go for a meal (and, of course, having been there at the aforementioned Christmas dinner).
Just a survival tip for y'all.
-3. That horribly delicious Christmas dinner at
enotsola's one year where we laid on the bed for about two hours afterwards, unable to move.-2. No, really, I'm full. The idea of chewing and swallowing is starting to make me slightly ill.
-1. I'm full, thanks.
0. Not hungry, although I would still probably eat something tasty if you put it in front of me.
1. I'm a little hungry and am probably in the mood for something in particular. Overall disposition changes very little.
2. I'm reasonably hungry and would probably eat whatever. Mood is getting a little short-tempered.
3. I'm hungry enough that nothing seems appealing and I want to rant at the very idea. This is my crankiest stage, where on bad days I resemble a four-year-old.
4. I'm even hungrier than that and am back to probably eating whatever I can possibly get my hands on, including food that is stale or that has been out of refrigeration for a questionable amount of time.
5. My stomach gives up on the idea that I am going to feed it, and I get a "second wind" where I don't feel that hungry, and thus am back to the -1 to +1 range as far as mood, although physically I would probably be willing to give a go to anything but my most hated foods (like eggplant and bananas).
The way to get me out of stage 3 is not to ask me what I want to eat; I will only snap at you. Just get some food and put it in front of me. Seriously, just about anything except foods I specifically hate (that's for stage 5 or beyond into the beginnings of deprivation); I'll eat it. I am just not at a point where I can voice a choice for myself because I am feeling like "fuck the world, including food, and you who are trying to offer it to me! grrr!"
enotsola can probably vouch for all of this, having been in the car on several occasions when I passed from stage 2 into 3 while we were deciding where to go for a meal (and, of course, having been there at the aforementioned Christmas dinner).Just a survival tip for y'all.