What day is this?

I have lost count! I think this is day 8- I don't know, nor do I care. I am sick. I have a cough and chest congestion and it hurts to talk. The food addict in me believes that my grandmother's matzo ball soup or Heather Monsees' home made chicken noodle soup would make me feel oh so much better. But the diet doctor's nurse assures me that I do not need to modify my diet to get well. She said that I get enough vitamins and nutrients in my supplements so I don't need chicken soup or orange juice. I feel this is a bunch of BS. They give me enough vitamins and nutrients to sustain a normal, functioning body- not a body that is working hard to fight a virus! On top of this urge to drive to Gramma Sophie's and rifle through her freezer, looking for the frozen chicken broth cubes (I know she has 'em in there!), I am also craving junk. Just straight up junk. I have PMS and I want a philly cheesesteak. I want a steak burrito bowl from Chipotle. I want Kung Pao chicken from Imperial Gardens. The forces are against me!!!!

I tried the chicken soup packet tonight and aside from having a weird scummy feeling to it, it wasn't bad. I pretended it with was Heather's chicken soup with every slimy spoonful. It didn't work- it didn't make me love the soup, instead it might have made me believe that Heather's soup is sludge ;-)

I need some cheering this week - I need it bad!! I need to get through 4 days! Don't let me fall off the wagon and get dragged behind it!!!