Everybody I've ever talked to says something to this effect: "Yeah, in the summertime, I eat three crackers and a popsicle, and drink one unsweetened iced tea, and I'm so full that I couldnt possibly eat another bite for the rest of the day." Meaning, of course, that the summer makes their appetites decrease. But I'm just the opposite, and it's infuriating!
Right now, it's eleven o'clock at night, and I'm almost ready for bed, and all I can think about is a nice lasagna, a tuna steak, or a nice box of Lucky Charms. To me, it seems natural that I would be hungrier in the summer: the heat makes me sweat more, takes more out of me, etc, etc. But nobody ever seems to sympathize with this of all problems. Why is it that nobody want to eat more than two graham crackers and a single piece of candy corn in the summer months other than me?
I can remember as far back as fifth grade, playing parking lot baseball (in which we used one hundred feet of parking lot, tennis balls, and aluminum bats), hearing my "bigger" friends talk about all the weight they were losing, since they simply didn't eat. Even my athletic friend, the guy that was the number two pitcher for the all-star tournament, would mention that he'd lost ten pounds and was developing a "six pack abdominal set," which I would later find out was a BIG deal with many of the ladies at my middle school.
I never really developed this all-important six pack, because I get hungry in the winter, and hungrier in the summer. I must have been a prince in a past life, because I have the weirdest, most highly developed- even petulant- appetites. But that's peripheral. It just seems weird, why is it that so many people don't want to eat in the summer, and that's all I think about?
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