FOR the first time I can remember I woke up this morning and I wasn’t hungry.

Before I go any further, let me clarify that statement.

I don’t mean that I wasn’t hungry for the first thirty seconds that passed after I first opened my eyes and lay in bed staring at the ceiling.

I don’t mean I wasn’t hungry in the next thirty seconds when I realised I had forgotten to set my alarm and underwent a mild panic attack.

And I don’t mean I wasn’t hungry during the spell between looking at the clock, breathing a sigh of relief because it was only 7.30am, not 9.30am, and heading to the shower.

I wasn’t hungry travelling all the way to work on the train.

I wasn’t hungry sat at my desk enjoying the first cup of tea of the day.

And I still wasn’t hungry sat in a meeting to discuss our Midweek edition around 10.30am.

I’m not sure if the magnitude of this phenomenon can be expressed in words.

But let me say this: I am normally hungry.

If I finish a meal and I feel like I’m full, I simply take a breather for five minutes and then I’m ready to go again.

Relatives and friends have spent years marvelling at my appetite and they seem to take it as a personal challenge to satisfy the beast that lies within my stomach.

If I eat less than three helpings it is seen as an insult to their cooking. Either that or it’s time to call a doctor.

So all that being said, what could have caused this sudden lack of appetite?

The 12 inch ‘mighty meat’ pizza I ate around 10.30pm last night may have played a part.

Sat watching Manchester United’s Champions League campaign saved by the woodwork (twice) and Arsenal scraping through into the next round thanks to penalties from Roma's Italian players that would have made Roberto Baggio blush, I devoured a fair amount of cheese, tomato, beef, chicken, ham, pepperoni and donner meat.

Hence this morning’s funk.

Four days into my fast food challenge and I felt defeated. Not unable to eat you understand, but uninterested in eating.

Thankfully some bacon and cheese on toast revived my iron stomach – and I’ve not looked back since.

A chicken burger and fries confirmed my renaissance this afternoon.

But for a while this morning… it felt like I'd lost myself.

It doesn’t bear thinking about.