Me: You can't be hungry. It's only 11am.
Stomach: Don't care. Hungry. Feed me.
Me: You can wait until normal lunchtime.
Stomach: Screw the clock. Didn't we decide that you were going to start actually listening to me and my needs? Feed me when I tell you I'm hungry. Stop when I tell you I'm full?
Me: Well, yes. We talked about it last night.
Stomach: Great. I'm telling you I'm hungry. Listen to your body.
Me: Um. Ok. But, what will everyone think when I get something to eat at 11am?
Stomach: That you're hungry? Who gives a damn? Feed me.
Me: Ok. Ok. Baby steps and all that. How about some split pea soup?
Stomach: Excellent. Thanks.