...sometimes after my lunch, I'm hungrier than I was before I sat down to eat?
I just had a great lunch. A lunch I was very much looking forward too. Peppered beef steak, on a bed of crispy lettuce, with mustard, in white bread. It was immensely satisfying, even if it did mean I had to clean the grill pan afterwards.
But here I am, barely ten minutes later, back in bed thinking "I could go another of those."
I might just fuck off to the shop over there and get a bag of haribo. OK, if I do that I'll be lying under the bed in half an hour, shivering and sobbing gently to myself. But at least I won't be hungry.
Is there any physiological reasoning behind this hunger amplification? Or am I just a greedy twat?
I just had a great lunch. A lunch I was very much looking forward too. Peppered beef steak, on a bed of crispy lettuce, with mustard, in white bread. It was immensely satisfying, even if it did mean I had to clean the grill pan afterwards.
But here I am, barely ten minutes later, back in bed thinking "I could go another of those."
I might just fuck off to the shop over there and get a bag of haribo. OK, if I do that I'll be lying under the bed in half an hour, shivering and sobbing gently to myself. But at least I won't be hungry.
Is there any physiological reasoning behind this hunger amplification? Or am I just a greedy twat?
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