Apparently when one is not hungry for a week one can lose six pounds (“a little less than half a stone”) and not even notice it. Apparently one’s GP will notice it, and one’s husband will notice it, but one will continue to be so revolted by the sight and smell of food that one will not want to think about it much less eat it. Unless it is a bag of Manhattan Popcorn, then one will consent to have that for lunch just to make one’s husband stop nagging.
There’s a life lesson in here somewhere, people. Find it. Use it. Enjoy it.
God that’s better than the break-up diet. Too bad we can’t go shopping together! Oh wait, sorry, just realized maybe a lb a day isn’t a good thing.
Strangely I had the exact same reaction in a similar sequence…
My first thought was “Maybe she is knocked up,” and then I thought “Wait, 6 lbs a week without trying – maybe it’s a parasite?” And then I thought “I will bring Beth home some Fluff to fatten her up.” Unless the thought of a peanut butter and fluff sandwich makes you want to leap to your death a la Helen Hunt in the hit movie “Angel Dusted.” Now available on DVD.
You’ll eat again when you feel better…..HOWEVER, if I were there, Lar and I would double team you, and you’d eat just to get us to be quiet!!
Is it awful that I always love that end result to a bad virus? Feeling ill is never fun, but when you come out of it skinnier, could it have been worth it? haha, I’m kidding. I do hope you feel better soon and find some foods worth enjoying!
Liz – Don’t tease me about Helen Hunt movies!
SED – Yeah yeah yeah.
Tracy – It is, but Amy and I share the love.