Or I would decide I should have lunch, and then I would think, but I'd have to get the food out and put it on a plate and cut it up and chew it and swallow it, and it felt to me like the Stations of the Cross.
O, si decidía almorzar, después pensaba que tenía que sacar la comida, ponerla en un plato, cortarla, masticarla, tragarla, y sentía que era como un vía crucis.