As much as I hated drinking the gunk you have to drink, the worst part to me was that I was told that I had to have a restricted diet on Saturday and couldn't have any solid food at all on Sunday. On the weekend! What were they thinking?
All week I worried about if I could survive a day without eating. I wondered if I would remember to not eat. I kept feeling like I would mindlessly start munching and not even know it! To prevent this I wrote down what I would eat on Saturday night and Sunday.
Saturday supper - Cream of chicken soup
Sunday breakfast - hot tea
Sunday lunch - chicken broth
Sunday supper - Sprite
Snacks - Water and Sprite
There are times that are very instructional to me about my most basic makeup and this is my lesson learned over the weekend: I don't eat to live, I live to eat. I read cookbooks like novels, hanging on every word and ingredient. There are so many recipes to try and so little life to try them in! One of my relatives and I have talked about how different we are in this way because she mostly cooks the same few things each week with a rare new recipe thrown in. I love to try new recipes and will try a new way to cook an old favorite at the drop of a hat.
I knew how disturbed I was when I started dreaming about food! I dreamed one night about chicken-fried steak and last night I dreamed about chili dogs.
Life should be back to normal for the rest of the week and, hopefully, these dreams will stop. I am already thinking about the salmon I want to grill for dinner tonight....