I officially started my volunteer work in the Behavioural Medicine Lab today. I enter study participant's food descriptions (from a three-day food log) into this program called Food Processor. I noticed my progressive desire to eat throughout the two hours, and by the time my Business Law class that I attended afterwards ended I had eaten both my oatmeal bar and my chicken sandwich. Now all I have had left to get me through the next two hours is a miniscule box of raisins (which I have not eaten yet somehow).
Food has always been an issue for me. I can never will my body to stop demanding something at least every two hours, which conflicts with being a student going from class to class or writing a three hour exam (the later the most daunting of scenarios).
Food will become even more of an issue now that I have committed firmly to making appearances (and actually working out) at the gym. Somehow I have become the fifth member of a gym posse consisting of four other rather grown men. Should be fun.
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