Hanging out in the twilight zone

This isn´t directly related to the trip but after 5 days of eating camping food, I started to hallucinate a bit - longing for good warm cooked food.

I was lying in the tent today morning when I thought about how my longing for food varies depending on the time of the day. In the morning - some time between 6 and 9am - I view with sheer disgust all unhealthy food. That would include pizza, (most) north Indian food, beer, decadent desserts etc. I can´t stand the thought of consuming any of those foods in that 6-9ish zone. I get stark visual images in my mind at the mere thought of eating any of that: globs of cheese hanging off pizza slices and getting deposited in the stomach in pretty much the same form and getting converted to oodles of love handles. You get the idea.

This is also the zone where fruits and vegetables reign. They revel in their freshness, in their wholesomeness and their promise of good health.

Then it gets to about 10am and the boundaries of the twilight zone start receding. This is when the aforementioned foods start making their way into my mind and the fruits and veggies are relegated to a cold unworthy crevice at the back of the mind. We all know how things go after that.

And, on that note, I´m about to go gorge myself on some not-so-healthy food. ´Cos it´s 7pm.