Going out for a meal.

I'm a grazer, and always have been. I've never understood people who can eat vast meals and then go without food for about six hours. I seldom manage two courses, and any more than that is just sheer madness to me. And yet only a couple of hours after insisting that I'm totally full, I'll be hungry again.

For the most part, this is fine. I live with my dad and he's pretty much the same as me - we eat small meals and snack throughout the day. But it's a different kettle of fish when you're going out for a meal. It varies between restaurants, but 90% of the time I can't actually finish the food I've been given. And that's just the main course. I always feel vaguely ashamed when pushy restaurant staff are trying to sell me side-orders or desserts or extra drinks, and I have to say no to EVERYTHING - it's not that I'm a cheap bastard, it's just that I'm already struggling to deal with what's in front of me, never mind anything else.

Plus, all-you-can-eat buffets are essentially a waste of time. Because in, say, Pizza Hut, all-I-can-eat is actually about half a pizza. Except if I'd paid the same amount (well, maybe slightly more) just for an actual pizza, I'd be able to take the other half home and eat it later.

Part of me thinks this is something I should deal with, by somehow coaxing my stomach capacity to increase.

But the other part of me thinks I am fatter than I used to be, and I should shut up.