Recently, losing several of my basic, most definitive drives has left me in confusion as to what is left of me when basic desires, like the one to eat and the will to work, has left. Both working and eating pretty much consume all my waking hours. Despite the fact that not eating has left me slightly trimmer in figure (one day of not eating doesn’t have *that* dramatic of an effect, though), I realize that I would never trade my love of food for anything.

I will take food and my strange, psychologically-fraught associations with it and my long and storied relationship with it over not having an appetite anytime. Not eating is akin to not living.

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