First the boy was sick. Then DH and I caught whatever it was. Then we travelled to visit family for Thanksgiving. I’m still ill. Yuck. Crazy how even though I have very little appetite (and nearly no sense of taste), I still want to scarf down any number of things. In fact, I convince myself it’s OK to eat the high-calorie good-tasting stuff when I’m ill, because it’s the only thing I can motivate myself to eat — and I need some nourishment, right? I know it’s BS, but I still do it.