Today for lunch, I had the conference room special:  A half-sandwich with tuna, and a half-sandwich with ham and salami.  The tuna one was excellent.  The ham and salami surprise almost made me gag.  There was too much meat, the tomato was constantly trying to escape, and the bread was soggy.  But I ate it.  All of it. 

I find myself doing this sometimes -- eating solely to get rid of hunger, even if I hate what I'm eating.  I don't do it often.  We live in a rich enough country that it's not hard to find something good to eat.  But sometimes I'll be at a friend's house and I'll be served something unfamiliar, or I'll order something at a restaurant and have it come out different than how I expected.  Instead of pushing it aside and remaining hungry, I'll force it down my throat to satisfy my hunger.  It's not like I'm eating dirt or rocks, which provide absolutely no nourishment.  I'm eating food that essentially gives my body what it needs, though it's not necessarily pleasant.  It's a weird practice, but it's not an isolated incident.