Last week my wife was in the hospital with pancreatitis. She was admitted Wednesday night, had her gall bladder removed Saturday morning, and was finally released on Sunday afternoon. All is well and she’s recuperating—her least favorite symptom being the limited lung capacity until her abdomen heals.

While she was in the hospital I ate in the cafeteria there. The menu was limited and I was constantly bummed so good food choices weren’t made. I had a bacon cheeseburger for each of the lunch/dinner meals and a breakfast sandwich they had under heat lamps once. Alongside were fries and whatever dessert was handy. At least I drank water. Lots of water.

That was Thursday through Sunday. On Monday I got back into a semi-normal routine of eating 5 small meals with all the right stuff. At some point I had a thought that I’ve been turning over in my head since:

“You should be eating like you take prescription medicine. You don’t arbitrarily decide to take more than the recommended dose and you don’t ignore the wait time between doses. Your body only needs X calories every Y hours. Don’t bother taking in more.”

It’s an interesting way to think about it. It’s been working for 2 days. I’ll check in later and let you know how it went.