Nothing Comforting about Comfort Food

I used to find comfort in food. I attribute that to one of the reasons I am overweight. Well, now I am in need of comfort, and food just doesn't even sound good at all. Probably cuz my meds are making me throw up. There is nothing comforting about puking comfort food up. ICK.

Anyway, DH is going for dinner right now. He keeps asking me what I want. The only thing that comes to my mind is my baby. I want my baby. I would starve for a year if I could have my baby back. Food is the farthest thing from my mind. I guess men are different in that aspect. He can't stop talking about steak. I haven't really ate anything all week. I could probably count on one hand the things I have eaten this week. And they all tasted horrible when I did eat them. Not cuz they were bad food, but because I made myself eat them, knowing that if I didn't, I would get sick.

I really wanted to spend today in a good mood. I have been working on pictures, chatting with people, I have been doing some of the things I like to do when I am online... but today has been by far the hardest day so far. It's only 6pm and I have broke down at least half a dozen times. I told someone that I was just taking it day by day... but today it has been hour by hour. I wish this was easier.