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Since the food poisoning ordeal of Sunday night, I have had to rediscover my relation to food. For Monday and Tuesday both, I ate minimally and was still enduring the physical pains of a shaky stomach. Wednesday came along and I tried to get back to normal, soon discovering that I couldn’t walk up and down stairs at the same rate, for fear of aches ricocheting about my gut. And yesterday, it finally hit me that my metabolism has simply shut off.

My eating habits steadily ramped up following Monday, but my appetite was much less. Out of habit, though, I still attempted to eat the same routine meal size. But that wasn’t working as planned. After the routine meal, my stomach would feel stretched for hours with the corresponding pains.

I tried to eat a muffin from Bollo’s - true ambrosia, available in muffin form - and failed after a few bites. Full?! Cutting back on my dinner last night but wasn’t enough - full before the last broccoli spear.

Perhaps this all sounds superfluous, but I am really keen on knowing my body and my physical/mental limits. Without the complete and encyclopedic knowledge of my body’s metabolism, I feel inadequate.

An official, scientific rediscovery is in order. Another day.

Sunday evening, as an April Fool’s Day prank, I was food poisoned by Athenos and their tasty Roasted Garlic hummus. I assume it was that ingredient, among the pieces to my dinner that night, because it was the headlining player in some extensive vomiting occurring later. Today’s dinner is making its way towards a lengthy demise and began to complain, too. To quell this objection, I fed it some rich chocolate. Surprisingly enough, I now feel perfectly fine.

Let it be known: I truly do think with my stomach. If the Greeks thought the heart held just as much sway over the balance of the soul’s afterlife as the brain, then let me declare a trinity.