I am not hungry, but that doesn't stop me from wanting food. And the food I want? Junk food. I thought I wanted a shamrock shake from McDonald's. Three sips and I was ready to throw it away; instead, Whit finished it for me. All weekend, I've wanted a brownie, but I'm sure I don't really and if I had it, I'd throw it out. I'm not sure why these cravings, but I'm having a lot of them, anyway!
I tell you this to let you know that having this surgery doesn't make me exempt from normal cravings. At all. And I'll probably regret those three sips because the sugar in the shake will probably give me diarrhea.
I had a really great weekend. I'm sorry to see it come to an end! I hate DST...with a passion. Daylight savings time seems like such an outdated premise, and I understand that people like the idea of more daylight in the summer but I HATE going to work in the pitch black, which it's going to be for the next several weeks!
Have a MARVELOUS Monday!