I was at a complete war with myself last night. I wasn't hungry at dinner time (6PM). I was sort of hungry by 8 PM but didn't want to eat because I thought I'd just get more hungry. I finally ate an apple and then I was starving. I knew I needed to eat because that's what I'm supposed to do, but I didn't want to. It was late (9:30) and I didn't know what I wanted to eat and I didn't have anything that sounded appealing. I stood in the kitchen just trying to figure it out all it. It sucked. I finally had a little bit of oatmeal, but it wasn't satisfying. I had mixed emotions about eating it. I knew my body needed it and my mind felt a little better after, but I also felt like I shouldn't have eaten it. Ugh! This is frustrating.