I got “Old”. I suppose that’s a good thing.

A few years ago, my mother would look at me in disbelief as I ate voraciously like a cocoon at late hours of the night.  

She would and still say things like “you shouldn’t eat that heavy before bed” and go on to list a million reasons why. It didn’t make sense to me then. As a matter of fact, I needed the heavy meals to throw me into deep night sleep and like clockwork 10minutes after eating I will fall asleep waking up maybe once or twice during sleep for number 1. Good times, I guess.

A few weeks ago, I started to notice something different. After “inhaling” my heavy meals and hitting the bed, I will start to feel a funny sensation of my food wanting to go back to my throat-a form of self-regurgitation.

I didn’t think too much of it until I started to observe that the nights when this happened were nights when I went to bed just right after I ate.

I do not know what to make of this. I wonder if my metabolism slowed down. I wonder if I got old. Did I get old? I hope that’s a good thing.


P.s- Stay healthy and enjoy every stage of your life.


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