Lunch, Day 43

Growing up my family always teased me because at lunch I usually would ask "What's for dinner?" I still ask my husband this question, but only because he is usually the one that will be cooking. It seems like I am constantly focused on the meal ahead. Either I am hungry much of the time, or it is difficult for me to live in the moment...well I know that it is. But I think it goes back to my primal self , the hunter/gatherer self and not knowing when and where that next meal will come from. I just have to be sure that there is going to be one, and then I am fine.