STARVATION ANXIETY
Yesterday I was flying home from Mexico on a five hour JetBlue flight with nothing but a bag of pistachios and a ziplock filled with tortilla chips. If you know you me, you understand that this is my true definition of hell And not just because I was flying coach with two kids. I get starvation anxiety when I’m on an airplane. Hell, I get starvation anxiety when I’m in an elevator. I am someone who needs food around me at all times. No. Not just food. Good food. I need produce, fish, legumes and nuts- Basically, the full Mediterranean Diet including dried figs, iced espresso and a hot Greek guy if I want to feel completely safe.
Food has always equalled love to me and I am someone who thinks about it 24/7. Even when I’m full, I’m mentally hungry. But what I want, needs to fit a certain criteria.