I am beginning to realize the untrustworthiness of the grumblings of my stomach. When it gnaws at me to beg for more sustenance, usually I give in, frantically at that. Only after I devour the food and look at the rounded bulge of my stomach that I see that my stomach has tricked me. It didn’t need the food; it was just greedy.

(I know this, but it is hard to ignore when my stomach twists in anger at my withholding of food. I confess that my spirit is weak, and I give in more often than I should.)