It seems like whenever I get emotionally affected by certain life situations, my appetite makes it a business to lock up on me.

Doesn’t matter if the emotions are good or bad, my stomach does not discriminate. When crisis strikes, it just ties itself up in a knot and sits in a corner, waiting for the wave to pass. It’s been sitting there for a few days now, obstinately refusing to budge.

Believe it or not, even these Chicken Fingers, it sorta kinda turned its nose up at. It was like: “Meh, yeah, okay, they DO look good, even I have to admit… I’ll have one, MAYBE two, but that’s it”. 

HA! The insolence!

It’s not that they’re not good, far from there. Truth is, I’ve had to feed that stubborn tummy of mine nothing but crazy delicious food lately, else there’s just no way it would signal my mouth to open up and let the food in.

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