I eat pretty much all day long. I can stuff myself with huge amounts of protein rich, thick, dense foods and be hungry again in less than 2 hours. It's a nuisance throughout the day, having to worry about keeping myself NOT so hungry I can't even function. At night, I have to stuff myself on whatever I can find (usually cereal, bread, or leftover meat from dinner) and hurry up and get to sleep before I get hungry again, at which point I have no choice but to get back up and have another full meal. Literally everybody around me, even people in-shape and my age, are still full from the last meal while I'm ready to scarf another whole meal.
I'm 21 years old, get basically NO exercise, am 6' 2" tall, weigh 128 pounds, and am skinny as a rail. I'm making this post out of frustration from laying in bed wasting the last hour and a half trying to sleep before finally accepting the fact that I'll never sleep unless I get my *** back up and eat something.
Does this sound normal? I know everybody says...."ahh, boys your age, they never stop eating..." but damn. I can genuinely say this has a borderline negative/depressing effect on my life. Is there such a thing as a disorder....?
DON'T REPLY IF YOU'RE GONNA MAKE SOME SNIDE COMMENT ABOUT ME COMPLAINING OVER SOMETHING THAT EVERYBODY ELSE WANTS. GROW THE HELL UP.
I'm 21 years old, get basically NO exercise, am 6' 2" tall, weigh 128 pounds, and am skinny as a rail. I'm making this post out of frustration from laying in bed wasting the last hour and a half trying to sleep before finally accepting the fact that I'll never sleep unless I get my *** back up and eat something.
Does this sound normal? I know everybody says...."ahh, boys your age, they never stop eating..." but damn. I can genuinely say this has a borderline negative/depressing effect on my life. Is there such a thing as a disorder....?
DON'T REPLY IF YOU'RE GONNA MAKE SOME SNIDE COMMENT ABOUT ME COMPLAINING OVER SOMETHING THAT EVERYBODY ELSE WANTS. GROW THE HELL UP.