
Originally Posted by
Melalvai
Appetite is a funny unpredictable thing, I guess.
Ditto. For me, the magic number is usually around 140 miles, but I've had it occur as early as 80. At that point I'm no longer hungry, absolutely nothing looks enticing, and most food appears positively puke-inducing. It becomes a struggle to get anything down. Two days later, though, I'm eating everything in sight (excepting the free-range dust bunnies that run wild throughout the house).
"If we know where we want to go, then even a stony road is bearable." ~~ Horst Koehler