Mind over body, as I always say. For days I ate just fruit. I was STARVING but had no appetite. So the other night I bowl over in agony. If felt as though my stomach was eating itself. Eating me. And I just had no appetite. I was out of fruits and really didn't want to eat anything.
Here's another one. Sleep. I just couldn't get any. I'd sleep for 2 hours and be up for 24 straight and not so much as yawn. On fruit for fuel. It's just the damn stomach feeding on itself that I couldn't tolerate. I sat and slowing force fed myself a plate of meat. Steak and chicken breast. Just protein. It actually helped me get those 2 hours of sleep. Then in the morning I had enough of an appetite to eat three slices of toasted bread with peanut butter and blueberry preserves. Afterwards, I felt sick. I was delirious. This gut of mine is an LSD trip. So bipolar.
Add to that I went from exhausted and sedentary, to working out like a maniac. With fruit as my only source of fuel.
Mind over matter.
It doesn't matter, if you don't mind.
"I'll rhyme if you admit I got skills/
and tell your friends 'when Sean rhymed I got chills.'"
Sean Luxembourg, just now
Today I'm feeling:
skilled
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