The Lightning Feast

So I was fat.  I had always been fat.  I could safely be called “quarter-ton” if you put the weight of a wet cat on my shoulder.  Now I decided to do something about it.  Hopefully before I didn’t need to cat.

I didn’t feel any different, I still felt like the same me, but nonetheless something changed.  While I used to always feel uncomfortable with who I was, I never thought I could do anything about it.  Now I just sort of realized that I could, and was going to.  It was a simple difference, but one that is a phenomenal one.  It didn’t change the fact that I was still just as lost pre-scale shock as I was post.  Continue reading “The Lightning Feast” →

Thats right folks (as well as the one cognizant platypus) that read my blog.  I did it.

With a sudden glorious, but very subtle stroke of inspiration i named my book

Eating and Dreaming

I like it, i think it captures the overall theme to the story and the plight.  If you don’t think so, i have two words for you, “blows raspberry.”

In any case.  I also finished chapter 6 this evening.  21 pages.  i try to keep around a 20 page chapter length it would seem. Continue reading “Eating and Dreaming” →

Others savored food; they enjoyed the act of eating and enjoying what meals meant.  I ate because I had to.  I found no enjoyment in the taste, I only found obsession with the need to eat.  Of course I enjoyed the food, grew accustomed to having variation, but it all came down to the same thing:  Eating had become second only to breathing.  When you are a captor to something that doesn’t exist, that never materializes, it becomes nigh impossible to overcome.  It haunted my every step now.

Was I hungry?

No.  I never ate because I was hungry.

Did I actually NEED to eat?

It didn’t matter. I did. Continue reading “The 22nd Grilled Cheese Discussion” →