Two days after the chemo I felt terrible, like I had a permanent migraine and had been shot in every limb. I was knackered, starving. The doctor explained that was because I had essentially been poisoned.
When we're ill, one of the last things we have that we can enjoy is food.
I'm not much of an eater.
I don't worry about gaining weight. I'm fortunate in that I've never had to worry about that. Some people eat when they are stressed. I don't eat enough.
I'm never in the mood to eat or drink when I get to a show. I'm just too nerved out.
Comedy and sausages are the two things that if you know how they're made they affect the appetite.
I'm the kind of person, if, if I have a day that is nerve-wracking, or my week has been bad or something's going down, I won't eat. Some people eat, I don't eat. And it shows in my physical frame.
When my mother first passed away some time ago, I didn't enjoy food anymore. I just ate to live. My mother had always cooked so well that I didn't think I could follow her.
Chemotherapy takes its toll; the more you keep doing it, you lose your energy, and it gets more difficult to swallow.
There are two kinds of women--those who eat in a crisis and those who lose their appetite in a crisis.
If you love a man, immediately you will reduce your intake of food - it's automatic.
I turned down dates because I dreaded sitting in front of a plateful of food.
My husband is experimental, loves to cook, and is really good at it. If I do the cooking, I lose my appetite. Why is that?
I can never finish a burger, and even if it's just a millimetre, I'll leave it. I don't know why I can't finish it. I don't know if it is physiological, but I just feel like I'm full halfway through it.
What's happened at 85 is I've lost my appetite. I used to be a little hog when I was young. But now I really don't seem to need it.
When I'm nervous, I can't eat or sleep.
I ate cucumbers and saltines - not because I wanted to look a certain way, but because I was so sad my appetite disappeared.
The fact is, that among his hunters at least, the whale would by all hands be considered a noble dish, were there not so much of him; but when you come to sit down before a meat-pie nearly one hundred feet long, it takes away your appetite.
Chapter 8, Dinner With the Vampire: Is there something wrong with your food?" No, I'm just not very hungry." You're going to break my heart, aren't you?
Some people gain weight during times of stress, but I lose weight.
To be hungry must be awful.
Chemo is awful!
August depresses me a little. I don't even feel like eating. And when I don't eat, that's a sure sign of stagnation.
I used to love fine dining, but I lost my appetite for it to a degree because sometimes it is too much about the effort and too little about the result.
It was terrible on dates, because I could never eat when I was on a date.
