I wasn’t hungry
The way I can tell if I’m super interested in something is if I don’t get hungry during it. It’s an upside-down version Abraham Maslow’s hierarchy of needs: if I’m “personally fulfilled,” I don’t think about the other things in the pyramid.
At Cash Cab, I created a food system. I brought a granola bar to eat at 8pm, my meal to eat at 11pm, and if I was there late, some fruit to eat at 1am. This worked most optimally at the 1.5 month mark, but after this, I started to need more items to eat at more regular intervals. Because I got bored, and sometimes the most relaxing thing to do was to eat, or, conversely, go to the bathroom.
But today was the first day of 201! And while at Cash Cab there were days when I couldn’t function without having eaten for an hour, I went through a full seven hours without noticing I hadn’t eaten. Now, my tumblr is getting awfully sentimental (sorry, Vikram) and particularly sappy about improv, but Alyson once gave me the bright idea to start writing down things like this that put me in a good mood, instead of things that put me in a bad mood.
Score one for Alyson!
