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The poor barking dog outside in this cold weather. I hear it through the stove vent even when I'm in the kitchen. Last night, this morning, this evening. I wish its people would let it inside.
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There was a pigeon standing on my porch when I came home Monday evening. It was still there when I went to bed, but was gone the next morning.
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I was thinking about how my eating patterns are now. It is a healthy eating pattern. I eat when I am hungry, or when I feel like eating, or when it is time to eat. As I eat, my appetite slowly diminishes until I no longer have a desire to eat more of what I'm eating, and then I stop eating. Or if I still feel like eating something else, then I eat something else. Or I eat what I put on my plate, and then stop, because I am full enough. But generally, the more full I am, the less desire I have to eat anything else.
This contrasts with how things were during a different part of my life. Then, I often ate so much that I felt physically awful from being so full, as well as mentally awful from knowing that I was making myself fat, yet I still had an urge to eat more. I'm not sure if it was that I still had an appetite, or whether it was something else driving the urge to eat, or both. But either way, the normal "I am full - so I will stop eating" brain/body mechanism was not working right.
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There was a pigeon standing on my porch when I came home Monday evening. It was still there when I went to bed, but was gone the next morning.
.
I was thinking about how my eating patterns are now. It is a healthy eating pattern. I eat when I am hungry, or when I feel like eating, or when it is time to eat. As I eat, my appetite slowly diminishes until I no longer have a desire to eat more of what I'm eating, and then I stop eating. Or if I still feel like eating something else, then I eat something else. Or I eat what I put on my plate, and then stop, because I am full enough. But generally, the more full I am, the less desire I have to eat anything else.
This contrasts with how things were during a different part of my life. Then, I often ate so much that I felt physically awful from being so full, as well as mentally awful from knowing that I was making myself fat, yet I still had an urge to eat more. I'm not sure if it was that I still had an appetite, or whether it was something else driving the urge to eat, or both. But either way, the normal "I am full - so I will stop eating" brain/body mechanism was not working right.