Cellular Memory and Starvation?

I found it really interesting how enjoyable it was to make my husband's bacon, egg and toast breakfast this morning. He eats cheerios on the weekdays but on weekends, it is our habit to eat together and I usually make eggs or whole grain french toast.

I didn't taste any of the food or even want to lick the butter off my fingers. It just seemed comforting to smell the food cooking. I even found myself purposefully taking big sniffs. It seems to make the road I'm temporarily on much less bleak and long.

We carry our ancestors in our genes to one degree or another. They live within our tissues. People who receive heart transplants sometimes even seem to inherit the memories of the donor!

.I wonder if  by cutting calories so drastically, I activate some gene expression that "remembers" a period of real starvation. Smelling the food, I feel contented, reminding my body that I am cutting my calories by choice, that food is plentiful and readily available should I change my mind. I'm not actually in a prison, concentration camp or languishing during a plague or famine. I'm living amidst plenty of plenty -- so much that so that it was easy as apple pie to get fat.