Entry 118: Starving
Starving, by definition, usually means the absence of nourishment, but a person could starve themselves from other aspects of life, such as friendship or peace. This can be brought on by environmental factors (accessibility or financial) or by oneself, to which I do not know which is worse.
I know several people who "starved" themselves in the traditional sense, which I will keep confidential for their sakes. One gentlemen I knew would penny-pinch every meal he ate, which made me feel sorry for him. We once stopped by a McDonald's and he ordered an egg-muffin sandwich and asked if the white egg was cheaper than the yellow egg. His sense of pride prevent him from receiving "charity" from his friends, so he would often pass when offered to hang out at a restaurant.
Another gentleman I knew starved himself to lose weight by eating only an apple for breakfast and some coffee. He accomplished his goal, but at the expense of his own happiness and productivity. If given the chance, he would gorge himself with food faster than you could gather your thoughts. But if he worked on an empty stomach, nothing was accomplished. I once told him that I'd rather see him fat and happy than thin and miserable.
Personally, I starve myself in a different way. I don't like eating; I find it to be a hassle. Usually I eat out of necessity so I won't be hungry later. There is a saying that some people live to eat, and others eat to live. I am the latter, and my brother is the former. Sometimes my breakfast would consist of a small bag of chips and a banana, because it is quick and convenient. And as a result, my family will joke that I filter-feed to stay alive, but usually I just drink a lot of water to stay hydrated.
Starving is not fun, especially when it's personal, because then you cannot have someone relate with your struggle. But fear not, we still find nourishment when we are able to, and giving the opportunity, we would have it otherwise.