Bo Bonnie: Hunger is a good workout

In the years when I was in my early twenties, my appetite was surprising.

Every night, we gather in front of the skewers. Even in the snowy winter, the whole body shivered and shivered in front of the fire, and the cheeks were slightly hot. We are nonsense, drinking, full of yellow, and unscrupulous. The chicken neck, the meat band, the big waist, and the roasted skin are tender and smooth. On the summer night, I called a dozen beer and half a watermelon on the next door. Edamame, peanuts, rabbit head, duck claws. Also included are the ladies who are off work, the otaku who brushed the night, the drunkards fighting, the city management running. Spend all night in the thick smoke.

The skewers are not really delicious. They are salty and brushy, but I loved it at the time and the smell of fireworks on the world. Once, a developed and loaded artist came to us and asked: "How can you feel at ease in this kind of place?" I smiled and said, "Go to your uncle!"

In the days when we don’t eat skewers, we cook ourselves. My craftsmanship is quite good. Mouth water chicken, sweet and sour pork ribs, beer duck, spicy shrimp, dried fat sausage, fermented bean curd, sour soup fish, are my specialty dishes. In the winter, we pickle the sauerkraut ourselves. A huge sauerkraut barrel, one hundred pounds of cabbage. The skin is slightly dry, layer by layer, sprinkled with large salt, pressed on a large stone, soaked in water. The coldest day, sauerkraut white meat winter powder tofu pot. Sauerkraut pork dumplings, put a lot of oil. The oil is full of meat, sour and delicious. Full house friends, laughing and laughing, flour flying.

We made our own meat rind, elbow flowers, made our own sour soup, and beat the steak with beer bottles. Sun-dried beans, eggplant, sun-dried peppers, and radish strips. We made a private kitchen and banqueted strangers at home. Someone invited me to write a recipe. I consulted my parents for this. The name of the dish was full of pages. At that time, we were keen to eat buffet, 22 pieces of Chongqing hot pot, and the mutton of four or two plates easily ran off eight sets. Later, this hot pot restaurant fell, and everyone said that it was eaten by us. I deeply felt it.

At that time, one of my sisters and I ate KFC with me. She looked at me with a chicken wing and shuddered. She said to me: "I don't know what kind of man will fall in love with you. The way you eat is terrible, and you don't know how to control your own desires."

Moderation? At that time, I didn't even know what to do with "fullness". I only knew "support". For me, “just right” means boring, only too much is attractive. Life is a feast, it should be a feast, if it is not, then I will stuff it with food.

What is hunger? I think that hunger is a state of life. Twenty-year-old hunger is full of hunger. For love, for life, for everything. I can eat a supermarket, a group of animals, eat a group of dreams and ambitions, a pocket of miracles, and eat a lot of love. The verb that chews and licks the mouth is all.

At that time, my weight increased to more than 130 kilograms. It is a disaster for my height. Men all over the world turned a blind eye to me, and only one person was worried. That is my father. At noon in the midsummer, he came back from the outside and took a stack of promotional cards for the weight loss center. He told me: "You have to lose weight. This is the most important thing for you now. You can not work, but you have to lose weight."

I looked at the old man, who was nearly sixty years old, sweat drenched his shirt and stuck it on his back. I imagine that he is riding a car, looking for a weight-loss shop across the street, and going door-to-door to ask for flyers. Mother said to me with him: "Your father said, our daughter is a jade, but she thought she was a stone." Then I am sure to say to them: "I will not go to the weight loss center. I am not Take medicine, don't use any instruments. I will reduce myself."

What kind of feeling is hungry? It feels very familiar to me, because in the past three years, it has never left me, I think, will follow me forever. Haruki Murakami used to describe it in a short story. He portrayed hunger as a painting: "By taking a boat and floating on the lake. Looking down, you can see the reflection of the volcano in the water."

Frankly, I think he is hungry. Hunger itself has no poetry and no dignity. Hunger is similar to pain. In the long-lasting hunger, the stomach juice burns and the stomach wall rubs, and you will feel the pain. People degenerate into animals, just want to eat big mouthfuls. Other than that, nothing is needed.

Dieting is difficult because it is against the most basic and primitive desires of human beings, and confronts the most natural and direct functions of the body. The result of confrontation is often anxiety, depression, collapse and madness. But I won. Of course, not every time you win, but when you win, you are mostly.

I want to say that the most terrible thing for people is getting used to. We can get used to everything, including hunger. Slowly, what I am pursuing is no longer "full", but "not too hungry." I began to like the state of "slightly hungry." In this state, the mind is particularly conscious, watching painting, reading books, watching movies, and the impression is particularly clear. When it comes to writing, it seems to be refreshing. In the past, writing articles, redundant and bloated, the whole person was in a lyrical state, and later slowly became much simpler.

I am of course thin, and I lost nearly forty pounds before and after. That feels good and is better than starving. My old body is the New World every day. I love that feeling - there is a feeling of possibility. It is possible to become a more beautiful self; it is possible to become a better self. Life is possible. When you meet someone, he is willing to feed you and feed you. You have the best love and the best sex. When you stay together, it is natural. You deserve to have such a good life, because you are so good.

I don't want to betray myself, but I want to say that hunger is like a knife, slowly carving a real outline. All the fat people look very similar, have similar expressions and postures, and the one who is slimming down is the one who hides himself. I like the past myself, like a striking yellow light bulb, and my teeth are full of joy and enthusiasm, but I know that I don't want to go back, no longer.

Someone asked me: After losing weight, have you become happier? I seriously thought about this problem. I don't think I have it. However, I can't tell, whether it is years, it is an increasingly heavy life, is this age making me more unhappy, or just dieting itself? Maybe.

But I know that from the heart, I appreciate the current one, and accept the new one. It is no longer a combination of seemingly arrogant and inferiority. It is no longer free to release yourself with exotic clothes. I know that perhaps what I will pursue is no longer the joy of fullness, but some kind of deep and quiet peace.

At the age of thirty, I began to think that "temperance" was not a bad thing. Eat a little bit, but feel better. My tongue's taste will be numb? And my pure-hearted tongue is just as hungry as a little widow, and a little bit of deliciousness will make me feel happy and flowing.

A bowl of cornmeal porridge, I can drink the rich aroma of the grain; a bowl of steaming rice, and then a little bit of meat sauce, that is heaven. I quit self-help, I no longer love meat, salty and spicy also began to feel tired. I don’t really eat when I don’t eat it. When I eat it, it’s really delicious. I believe that I can taste the true taste of every food, and every taste is lingering.

I don't know if there is any connection between the two. Before that, I have been living a very busy and anxious life. I have a lot of work, one is because of the real life, and the other is because I am upset. If you don't pick up this order, no one will look for me. Even if I take this order, if it is yellow, then I will fall through, and my life will be lost. Our in-house management is called "dogs and eight bubbles", which is hard to hear. With so much, the posture is certainly not easy, and things can't be fine, but there is no way, it is crazy, crazy, crazy.

In fact, what we need is not money, it is a sense of security. Just like what we need is not food, it is love. I stopped this life last year. Just pick what you want to write, just do what you want to do. There is not much money, but life is very good. I control the rhythm of life and digest my inner uneasiness. I am very satisfied with it at my age.

Sorry, I didn't write love and sex in this article. Love does not become more, and more is the possibility of love. Is this a comedy or a tragedy?

A long time ago, we all heard the famous famous saying: STAY HUNGRY, STAY FOOLISH. Keeping stupid is easy for me, I have always been a passionate idiot.

What does it mean to stay hungry?

I think that in modern society, eating is easy. When people reach middle age, it is a process of material maturity. Digestion slows down, metabolism slows down, it becomes easy to become dull and stable, and it is easy to become smug. Keeping hunger is to keep yourself sharp and stay awake. It is not to become greedy, to constantly pursue satisfaction, on the contrary, I feel that it is to maintain a state, a youthful gesture.

Being hungry in hunger is a normal state. At a young age, make yourself a little hungry. STAY HUNGRY is to cherish the sincerity of the senses, the desire to start.

Hunger is a good exercise, I believe.