I mean, hungry allll the time. Basically, if I was awake, I was ready to eat.
I’d mindlessly pick at whatever was available.
I’d wander the kitchen feeling “snacky” all the time.
I’d be completely consumed with thoughts of what I was going to eat next from the minute I woke up til the minute I went to bed. And behind all the desires to eat were always the arguments—what I wanted to eat versus what I thought I was “supposed” to eat.
No matter how much I had just eaten, I could literally always still eat. I lived in a constant state of fear of
putting on more weight and felt guilty and horrible about myself for all of it.
“No thanks, I’m not hungry” wasn’t a sentence that existed in my vocabulary.
If there was food around, I was eating it. If there wasn’t food around, I was going to get it.