*self-reproachful headshake* You wouldn't think I'd eaten more than plentifully over the last week, would you? but I have. Still, I'm really hungry right now. But... there's always a but, isn't there? I have no idea what I want. Everything I can think of, its "Naah. Not that".
I think pizza. Huge, ultra-huge, megapizza, with extra extra. Maybe it's because there isn't any pizza here; I'd think about ordering one, but I'm more than half convinced that by the time it arrived, I'd be thinking "Naah. Not pizza".
Or maybe icecream, or mango sorbet. Or chili prawns with lemon rice. Or maybe use up the rest of my frozen pumpkin in a huge, thick, buttery soup. Tuna, carrot and broccoli salad with toasted sesame seeds. Pasta with fried walnuts, garlic and black pepper (trust me, it's good).
This is, while not a Tantalean punishment, pretty grim: to be hungry, really hungry, but to have no desire for any particular food at all.