You'd think I'd learn

To Whom It May Concern,

Feeling much better. The dizziness seemed to be a precursor to the ensuing violent illness that attacked on Monday night. But feeling worlds better now. Still queasy, so best watch what I eat...and yet I don't. I was craving tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich last night which I saw as a good sign because I haven't had any form of an appetite since Monday. So, I go into the pantry to get a can of soup. There is something newly nauseating about the Campbell's tomato soup label. I think I must be pregnant by osmosis. Or can you get morning sickness and the like from being around several pregnant women all day every day? So all that sounded good was ice cream, and I eventually broke down and walked down the street to Smith's since the most exercise I've had in the last week has consisted of walking from my car to the door. Got some ice cream and walked past the fresh bags of french bread...which smelled sooo goood. And I bought one. Just so you know, this is grossly out of character for me. I rarely eat bread that isn't whole wheat, or grain, or that is white and fluffy and incredibly addicting, and even more rarely do I buy it for myself with the intent to eat it. By the time I walked home, nearly half the loaf was gone. Watched Survivor with Amelia and ate the whole carton of Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia Frozen Yogurt. (Remember, I haven't eaten a decent meal in almost a week). Not a good idea. So you'd think I'd learn huh? No such luck. There is a box of Wheat Thins by my desk at present. I eat oh, one or two, regret it for about 20 minutes as I pass through periods of pain and nausea, and then not more than ten minutes later it's like "oooh, wheat thins!" I feel like Dory in Finding Nemo. Dang it, I just did it again.... (yes I considered typing 'oops, I did it again' but it seemed so cliche.)