Sloth and gluttony

The past 24 hours have primarily been spent on very boring attempts at self care.  I napped yesterday, got up and took a walk and shopped for a few provisions, then had a late dinner and went to bed shortly thereafter.  💤

This morning, for the first time in over three weeks, I slept until I woke up naturally without an alarm or a phone call, and then remembered I had one more breakfast included with my little package today.  Given that I finally could enjoy it alone and at leisure, it seemed worth getting out of bed.  So, I found our buffet, and I ate. And ate. And ate some more.  It's been at least 20 years since this much food has gone into my body at once.  It's normally physically impossible.  Even when we had the extended multiple course meals back in Italy, I only had a minimal serving of each food and didn't finish anything.  This morning, I had 3 plates of food—eggs, beans, fruit, cold turkey, cheese, pastries—as well as a heaping bowl of cereal.  After spending about 20 minutes sipping hot chocolate and reading the news, I couldn't resist returning one more time to fetch a peanut butter sandwich.   All this, and I'm not even full.   If I weren't just bored with eating and really craved something else(and if I didn't dread the humiliation of being banned from the buffet), I could easily take in more without any discomfort.  Perhaps the food really was necessary to my body for some reason, but I'm still hoping, for the sake of my health and my clothing budget, that this gaping hunger doesn't become a trend.