My appetite came back

I’ve been operating on little food and the minimum of fluids for the past two days. I had no appetite and had to force myself to drink water.

I left work yesterday (Monday) at noon and headed home, worried I’d either fall asleep on the highway or have to pull over for a nap. I called my in-laws and invited myself to come for lunch. At my request there was an egg salad sandwich in process on arrival, and it was absolutely wonderful. It took about an hour to eat it; each bite was a tasty but a struggle.

Today my appetite is back. I realized at about noon that I was hungry, and honestly, that’s a sensation I don’t feel very often. I eat because it’s time to eat or because there is food at hand, not because I’m hungry. I’d love to put a dent in that habit over the next few months.

At least my taste for sweet things is still on leave. The thought of chocolate, cookies, ice cream—all dear friends—is seriously off-putting. Not a bad thing, not at all.