That's how I feel in the mornings. Shaky. Weak. But not hungry.
Hunger is a virtual stranger these days. It is weird, really. When I realize I am feeling shaky and I still can't come up with a food I want to eat, it occurs to me how strange it is not to feel hungry in these moments. Even weirder is to not really want to eat even though I know my body needs fuel.
I was on vacation last week so my schedule was all messed up. When I am at work, I typically eat three meals a day, but on weekends and (apparently) vacations, I drop down to two meals a day. I didn't plan to do that. It just sort of happened. And after several days of two meals a day, I noticed I was shaky in the morning. Shaky and my brain felt sort of crazed. I would try to think of something I wanted to eat and then be unable to come up with anything. Except for toffee. That always sounded good.
What is weird to me about this is that I never would have thought pre-band that hunger was a problem for me. Or that not being hungry would cause me to eat less. I thought my eating had little to do with my hunger. I ate when I wasn't hungry. I stopped eating when I was way-past full. I ate because I wanted food. I ate because I was bored, tired, angry, stressed, happy. But when I got good restriction with my lap-band and my hunger was so greatly diminished, I lost my preoccupation with food. I lost the obsession. Eating has become something I HAVE to do rather than something I constantly WANT to do.
It is weird.