I've always told people I'm not a bird, to help them remember how to spell my last name right... Well, apparently my changing hormones are deciding to make a liar of me.

I've been noticing that I've been eating less and less, more and more often. I recently went to 4 "meals" a day, a bagel for breakfast, a sandwich around 11am, another sandwich around 2pm, and a light dinner.

Today, I barely finished one sandwich by the end of the work shift. And my body first told me to eat something around 10:30, instead of 11. I took three bites of sandwich and my body said stop. Thinking something must have been off, I took one more... My body nearly screamed at me to stop eating. OK... So 11:30, my body says to eat again, so another three bites, and again, stop eating. This kept repeating until 4:30 when my shift was up and I finally finished the freaking sandwich.

Now, past normal dinner time, my body is finally saying eat again, but it's also essentially telling me eat in the same manner it's been doing all day... I doubt I'll even be able to finish a half bowl of tomato soup.

Oh, and for those who still don't get the joke I used to title the entry: Partridge, instead of Patridge.