Rediscovering hunger took concerted effort—effort that, honestly, still only works when I’m concentrating. When I’m not, I’ll frequently leave out eating for most of the day, then make myself sick because my disastrously belated lunchtime runs up too close to my socially mandated dinner. Sometimes, hunger doesn’t even kick in until someone puts food in front of me. I will rely on any other cue—the ease or difficulty of procuring food, the time of day, what other people are doing, the timing of my work and gym and social plans—before I’ll remember to look inward.
