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So remember how I needed to gain 7 pounds, yeah that isnt going well. Here's the thing, I tried to take the doctor's advice- I ate dinner, waited a bit, and then ate again. I thought to myself at every meal, "how much would a boy eat" and then I ate that much. I went from a yogurt at breakfast to a yogurt, 2 eggs, and toast. I stopped drinking so much water and replaced it with juice (sometimes). Every time I wanted a cookie, milkshake, piece of candy I had one. I added butter to EVERYTHING. I had a cheese stick before going to bed, etc. But after a month I am sick of food and I only gained one pound. I dont want to eat... anything. I think part of the problem is that a week ago I got sick. nothing major, just a cold, the kind where your nose is stuffed up so you become a mouth breather and as a result your mouth feels like someone stuffed it with cotton balls, food has no flavor and all you have to go on is texture and that gets old after... a minute, and you just feel crummy. Even some of my favorite things do not sound appealing, eating them sounds like a chore. So that combination with the forcing myself to eat has led me to have a blah attitude towards food. I dont want to eat it, cook it, buy it. So this week (all one day of it) I have been thinking that whatever I want to eat is what we are going to eat... so we packed a lunch to take to the arboretum, the boys ate it, but i took a few bites and said... not so much, we stopped at Arby's on our way home so I could get lunch (Arby's is my secret favorite). For dinner we went to the Cotton Patch Cafe (first time, recommend it to people with kids), it was delightful, maybe I am not sick of food, maybe I am just sick of cooking... hmm something to think about. blah