My Stomach Grumbled

I searched in the refrigerator and was not satisfied with the choices that stared back at me, while my stomach was making me very aware that it wanted to be, no more like, was demanding to be filled.

I looked from the top shelf of the fridge, then the second shelf, then the third, the very bottom shelf, then back to the top shelf. I looked in the door and noticed some stuff that was there but didn't hold my attention for too long.

I was looking deeply into the location of some holiday leftover pizza, but this was not worth the time to try and eat. Then the holiday ham and turkey, that was more decorated and looking inviting yet not enough to make me want to bring out the large serving dish onto the counter and then have to carve up slices to make sandwiches. Then have to add condiments. This would be a chore, and my stomach was letting me know it was growing impatient with each passing moment, as it was not allowing to find exactly what I could eat and digest to soothe the savage beast, my stomach.

It was becoming more annoying that as I searched for maybe some sweet potato pie or any pie that had been made from grandma's hand me down recipe, that I knew that would be the very thing to make me not hungry. I was fooled into thinking that would allow me to become calm and my stomach tamed.

The moments turned to hours as I looked for other items that would only make me more hungry or more determined to find what I was wanting or wishing to eat and have maybe more for later.

I was starting to sweat. I was starting to wring my hands endlessly as I moved things around. I was cursing under my breath and knew I was not getting any results or finding anything that would curb my cravings.

I then opened the freezer, as the cold air hit my face, I froze. I stood there, waiting to hear, "Hey you we aren't air conditioning the whole house with that." I was just standing there, in shorts and a tee shirt, teeth chattering and making me feel desperate for something to chomp on while I thought about what I would actually eat that was more fulfilling.

I closed the freezer door. I then turned my attention on the candy bars, the ones I really like and would munch on for the time being. I devoured several immediately with the pace of a speed demon. I was that hungry. I was feeling at ease for the first time since my search had started. "Know how my stomach repays my offering of food?" It only belches and resumes its tirade of non-stop torture and torment, because it had only been given teasers and not an actual meal.

Then before knew it, I farted. I was embarrassed and was not sure how to handle this. My stomach was not going easy on me as it let me know it was dissatisfied and would not be taken lightly, for if nothing else, I had angered it more.

I screamed out, "YES!!!!! I am hungry and YES!!!! I am mad because of all the edible foods and things prepared and unprepared, I could not find a single damn thing that would allow peace from hearing the grumbling and rumbling of my empty stomach."

It was not fair that even with this part of me that needed to have its own needs meet and to be satisfied but it also wants to warn me of what would happen if its needs and demands were not met.

It was like an old black and white movie, where you see the danger, you know in your mind what to do and how to carry it out, but instead of running to safety, you run towards the imminent danger, and meet with your doom that was part of the destiny you have chosen long before.

I was on the losing end of a stomach that was never filled or satisfied. It was either I eat or it would make me pay dearly. Yes, I was far enough away from the daily necessities or the hourly necessities or any time of the day or week, or the month, where when it woke from being dormant, that it would allow me peace and not make me feed it, much less just bypass one stinking meal for any length of time.

"What would it hurt either me personally or my stomach, not to eat and be fed for any length of time, without it retaliating or getting even. Stomachs have a way of letting you know that if ever deny it the basics and the necessities are part of the bigger plan for it to take charge.

"How can a stomach know when you have not stuck to the plan or to try something new that your stomach may not like?" "If you try to diet or lose weight, it will fight you on that every step of the way."

"How can the stomach treat you any differently than other parts of your body are being treated?" "I mean who exactly is in charge and who will be the ones to make the final life changing decision?"

It is not decided by jury of your peers or an equally divided group of men and women. The hungry issue is one that will hold your stomach hostage, make their demands and take no prisoners. Its only desire in life is to be full and be fed. It can make those demands but those who are responsible will never be truly paid in full. It has to do with several things.

The food you were going to eat and the moment that made this possible, will slip by you in the dead of night or the bright sunny day, either will never give you long enough to check and recheck that the food is fit to be consumed. The moment of doom and decent into the present becoming the past is fast approaching.

"Can you hang on for about 5 more minutes?" "That personally would be a matter of determination and willpower. Can you wait long enough to change the amount of even the time for you to eat and no longer be hungry?" "Well, the idea is a great one." "It can make you either hungrier than before, or it can drive you insane from the lack of finding the one thing that will no longer allow you to be hungry at all."

"To be or not to be Hungry, or not Hungry, that is the nagging question that will keep you guessing for more." "You be the judge of that and many more things pressing on what you will eat so you will not be hungry for at least 10 minutes."