Headed out early to have breakfast with daddy but for over a week now, I cannot stomach the thought of food. This is so unlike me since I have always been a big-eater. This morning, I forced myself to eat through the nausea and treated myself to a packet of frozen blueberries to whip up my own yummy concoctions for when I get home. It didn't happen though. I went straight to the kitchen and stored them away instead.
Lunch was already prepared at home but then I sit down to eat and only get halfway through my plate. Cleaning up a fraction of my meal seemed like a daunting task but I ate the last bite off my plate of course. I refuse to waste food, as long as there is another person in this world suffering from the lack of it but it's almost impossible these days.
What is happening to me?
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