hungry hippo

oh! i forgot - hunger pangs.

i get them. but i have grown adept at ignoring hunger pangs in the past, so ignoring these are not so much a problem. except that nagging subconscious voice inside (probably the peanut's spirit) that says i have to feed the peanut, or it will end up a very small peanut.

i try my best to eat square meals, but i am by nature not a food hunter / gatherer. (which was why i needed a mother who cooks, and later on, a husband who cooks.)

i've been feeling short of breath, mostly while eating dinner (black pepper steak!). i'm not sure if it's normal this early on - there's hardly a solid bump showing on the tummy, well, other than the usual flabby fatty one that's always been there.

i have to force myself to draw deep breaths, and despite efforts, am unable to finish off the food. i mean, there were still a handful of fries left! that never happens!

the same happened yesterday while i was out with the (still clueless) girls. we'd walked a short stretch of orchard road, and i was almost out of breath when we reached the holy grail of haagen dazs. and i couldn't finish off my lovely seafood pasta dinner later, because i was short of breath and too-easily full. i believe the exact malay word to describe it would be mengah.

of course, a little while later, i was hungry again. damn.