I've gotten to feeling that way about bread. I know ... one of my fave things but suddenly, after eating an almost unlimited amount of bread over the last week, I don't want it so much. I mean, last night I had a whole huge baguette all to myself, with a stick of butter, and I gave up after just a couple of inches. Didn't want any more. Not with butter. Not with benedictine. Not with pimiento cheese. Not with peanut butter. I was DONE. Tomorrow, I'm giving the leftovers to the chickens!!
Maybe I've just eaten myself sick... of bread. Maybe it's BECAUSE I'm sick with this flu and sinus infection that I just don't want what was normal to me. Maybe it's all of this analyzing I'm doing, and it's making changes in my subconscious (although I sure wish it would make it to the surface of my conscious!!!).
Still dealing with a suicidal child but a big thank you for your concern. We may not be out of the woods yet.
If you've been reading my blog, you know how I've been doing, but here's a recap anyway:
Weight: 214 as of Wednesday morning (I **did** gain ... bummer!)
Exercise: not much above normal farm chores
Writing: YEPPERS! Writing e-books. Should have one finished by next update (IF I can get back to it)