Which would you choose?

During yesterday’s early evening run, I was telling Steven how I’m having a hard time knowing when I’m hungry in the afternoon and for dinner. I wake up and feel hungry for breakfast, and usually feel hungry for lunch, but my cues are off for later in the day. So much that I’ve accidentally bonked some of our early evening runs because I was low on fuel (I specifically had a snack before this run and didn’t bonk it).

Anyway, so we get home, and I’m started to get irritated. Okay, the hangry is kicking in – I must be hungry. Steven says “let’s get ready and decide what we’re doing for dinner,” and I sassily say “you already brought up taking me out for Mexican during our run. If you don’t, you’re going to have a situation on your hands.” Ha.

We drive to the restaurant and we’re expecting them to bring out chips and salsa – at this point we’re both really hungry – and they don’t! They must have changed their policy and you have to order them now. So they come over to order our meals and I am SO out of it.

I tell the waitress I’d like the two avocado tacos dinner without cheese and she asks “corn or flour tortillas?”

And I sit there, processing the words. Looking at her blankly. My mind is telling me, “you know the answer to this Kim! You always order the same thing!” but I can’t figure it out. Which do I like…?

I was legit like this:

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Finally, I figured it out “corn, please!” Then she took Steven’s order and left.

Steven looks at me, and is like “What was that? You looked so confused and out of it! I was about to whisper to you ‘Corn! You like corn! Then I thought, wait, is she actually going to ask for flour?!'”

I told him I didn’t know what happened. I was apparently so hungry that my brain was no longer functioning properly and I just could NOT figure it out.

Then he told me he was going to use the “corn vs flour tortilla” question on me in the future to make sure I was okay. Later, during dinner, he starts telling some story and randomly says “so would you pick corn or flour tortillas?” Ha!

The first time he did it, it took me a minute. Then as I had more to eat, I was able to answer it. And I just kept laughing about it, because it was funny and ridiculous, but also because I was so out of it.

So to bring it back around, apparently being a bit out of it can be a sign I’m hungry too. I know this sounds odd (and problematic), but I have been waiting for my stomach to tell me. I’ve been a binge-eater my whole adult life and I am trying to relearn my eating cues and it’s been hard, but I’m getting there.