Another post about food.

The thing is, I LOVE my food. But, as I said in my post about the funeral, it's been necessary for me to cut back in my food consumption. I knew it would be hard, but I never knew that I would have dreams about food. Yes, dreams. I never even used to dream, or at least I never remembered my dreams, but now I have several. Every night. Almost always about food. Mostly about bread and sandwiches and things of that nature. I miss that food. I miss eating whatever I feel like. I do feel better, though, and I've discounted all my previous beliefs that a member of my immediate family could never eat vegetables. I actually enjoyed my broccoli tonight.