At the August Bank Holiday I went out to a gig with my morris side, the pub had promised water and other drinks, so when I realised I had forgotten my water bottles I did not go back for them.
The pub did not provide - not even much water, and although I was given some, and managed to get a drink at the bar, I became very overheated and stopped sweating. We were out in the blistering heat from 12 noon until after 4pm, and no one in the side wants to go back to the pub again.
Ever since then I have not had any appetite, and I feel changed.
I seem to be reducing a little in weight, and changing shape - I have lost the fat pads over my kidneys so that my kilts with shaped pleats gape at the back.
I have thrown away more food from the fridge in the last three weeks than in the last year.
My morning coffee often remains half drunk, I don't bother to make breakfast - it is now 6pm and I have not eaten anything today.
I don't feel ill, in fact I seem a little better than I was, but it is strange - and I think it shows that people can be affected quite by chance, by things which might seem entirely unlikely to alter their relationship with food.
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