“Will this do?” you say to your stomach at three in the morning. “Can I go to bed now?”
“Just a minute,” your stomach says. “Have I had enough?”
I know what it’s thinking: too little, it’ll come back for more; too much it will churn out nightmares.
“Perhaps a little more?” says the stomach, looking up at me pleadingly like a cat.
“No,” you decide, “You can have more in the morning like normal stomachs do. Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“Where do you think?”
And it follows you back to bed, shoulders a little slumped.
Never let your head believe what your tummy says!
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My stomach recognises what you say in a great way. I am moving to lighter diet to trim the tire growing around it. It digests quickly and if I’m up around 1, my stomach goes to town protesting against my dictatorship. Sometimes, I let it win.
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Lol 🙂 so do I; it is a continual tussle 🙂
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