Day 13- I want food!!

I won't sugar coat it. Today was a REALLY HARD day. Yesterday, was tough, but today was really hard. I don't know what detox or rehab is like, but I feel like I am going through it today. No, I don't have the shakes and I'm not in the backyard smoking, but man, I NEED SOME FOOD! I am tired of shakes, I am tired of water. I want TO CHEW ON SOMETHING! I did everything I could to stay busy today: Went to Grower's Outlet and bought some flowers, took my left over garage sale junk to the the thrift store, got my toes painted, laid out by the pool, read 5 magazines and started a book and watched the Players Championship. I can't get my mind off food! It all came to a meltdown at 6:05pm. Fred had 2 radio remotes and was gone all day today, so I was doing this Han Solo today. I was so happy to see him come through the door and get a hug of support- but then, something set me off. He rushed to the refrigerator and grabbed 2 cold pieces of pizza from last night because he hadn't had anything to eat all day (join the club amigo)- He bit into his first bite and I started crying. Sobbing. "What's wrong?", he said. Between sobs and my crying voice, I say, "I (sob) just (sob) want to (sob) eat something!". Oh boy. I bet he was happy to be home. But I could tell in his eyes he really felt for me. "Poop, (Fred's nickname for me...how convenient since I talk about poop in this blog- LOL) you are doing great. I know I sure as hell couldn't do this. You have one more day to go and you are back to food." Yeah, one more day. Good God, what is tomorrow going to be like? Sorry for the short and "sweet" blog this evening, but I gotta go find something to do. I just got back from Fred's band practice with his new "boys"- I took some pics and it got me out of the house for awhile. But, driving home, I was like Rain Man- I was reading every food billboard, every grocery store sale sign, "Ground Sirloin $2.99/lb., Peaches, $4.99/bag"- even the restaurants I've never been in nor cared about looked enticing. Gezz... One more day of this, one more day. What I would give to chew on a piece of Ezekiel bread right now. Hell, I'd have a bowl of ham and beans right now- (for those of you that don't know- I HATE HAM and BEANS)- but I would eat anything right now. I'm visualizing Morgan with a hot dog bun around his waist. I better pop in a movie or better yet, just go to bed. Morgan, you might want to snuggle with Fredly tonight. Night folks. (Aloha- good-bye in Hawaiian)