It’s worse to be stuffed after eating or to be hungry?

It’s still uncomfortable to be hungry; once you’re full, the feeling goes away after digestion, but if you stay hungry, you’ll die from it. Under the same conditions, those who die first are the ones who starve, while those who have enough food can hold on a little longer.

I think too much is just as bad as not enough; a slight sense of hunger and fullness is the most comfortable

It’s not uncomfortable to be hungry; it’s only uncomfortable when you have no money

I agree with you; being satisfied, lazy, hungry, or anxious – having enough to eat is a kind of happy trouble

If you’re full, you don’t have to eat; but if you’re extremely hungry, that’s a problem

Actually, it’s the old cowboys in the western part upstairs who are talented

They’re all quite uncomfortable. If I have to pick one, I think feeling overfull is the most unpleasant

This post was last edited by qugd on 2019-6-19 09:47 with a true story about someone who held on. My cousin from my family used to work on the Haihe River; he’s over a dozen years older than me, and he has told us brothers many stories. When I was in elementary school in my hometown in Hebei, during the winter off-season when farming work came to a halt, the local authorities would organize laborers to dredge the Haihe River (you may have heard Mao Zedong say that it was necessary to deal with this river properly, as it used to be a source of trouble in North China – either it had very little water or it would flood and submerge the entire Tianjin area). The workers were provided with food and shelter, and their work served as a form of compensation. In the past, farmers in North China did not lead wealthy lives; when there was nothing to do in winter, they would go and work on digging the Haihe River. Besides earning some work points, the main advantage was the opportunity to have three full meals a day. As for accommodation, they had to bring their own bedding and stay in sheds. Digging the Haihe River was an extremely hard and tiring task. Since high-protein and high-fat foods were scarce at that time, and energy came mainly from starchy foods, the laborers were all very hungry. Back then, it was cornmeal cakes served with vegetable soup; the cakes were about 20 centimeters long and 7 to 8 centimeters wide, roughly the size of an ordinary person’s palm. Back then, the river silt was carried from the riverbed to the riverbank by people using poles; these poles were about 1.5 to 1.6 meters long. According to my cousin, they dug in the Haihe River together; the best part was being able to eat all the corn cakes arranged along the carrying pole at lunch, then going back to work at the construction site in the afternoon, and eating just as much when they returned in the evening. That’s not the point; what’s important is that people have died from eating certain foods. It’s not because of cornbread, but rather because of eating noodles stewed with meat as part of efforts to improve living conditions. Vermicelli is made from sweet potato starch. In the past, in rural areas, vermicelli came in two types: thin and thick; generally, only the thick type was used for cooking on construction sites. Wide noodles are wide and thick; they expand significantly when soaked in water. However, the broth used for stewing meat contains relatively little water, and since ingredients such as cabbage and potatoes are added as well, the wide noodles do not absorb enough water and therefore do not expand much. Some migrant workers, while trying to improve their diet, ate an excessive amount of staple foods and meat stewed with vermicelli. It is estimated that the vermicelli did not absorb enough water at the time of eating, but continued to absorb water and swell in the stomach after ingestion; as a result, some migrant workers died after being taken to the hospital due to stomach rupture. This is the typical case of being stuffed to death. In those times, it was uncommon to be able to eat your fill; being able to have enough to eat already meant great happiness.

When I was 9 years old, there was a park under construction in the city. The park had a small lake – basically an artificial body of water with still water. The shores of the lake were covered with smooth stones... That day, my friends and I went to play in that lake early in the morning. Around 1 p.m., we felt hungry and wanted to go home for food... I was both tired and hungry; I couldn’t walk far before I had to stop and sit by the road to catch my breath before I could continue walking for a few dozen steps. Going back and forth like this, it took me less than 3 kilometers to get home. It took me about two or three hours to make it home. Upon entering the house, I saw a large bowl of bright red tomato soup on the table, as well as a big basin full of golden-colored loach fish. The fish that falls through the sieve is that yellow fish that comes out when corn flour batter passes through a sieve; it’s the lunch my dad left for me. . . I snored away, eating bowl after bowl; in no time I had finished the whole basin of fish, and then I fell asleep with soft snoring sounds. . . That day, my parents came back from work and woke me up. I told them that I had eaten all the fish, which scared them; my dad said he couldn’t have eaten that much! It’s so painful to be hungry; it’s so happy to be full. That day I fell asleep, and in my dream I was lying on my back on the blue waters, with the bright sun shining on my round, white belly......... :lol