I was kind of proud and called my T and left a voice mail what happened, LOL. I had left one message--two actually, back-to-back--earlier that I would have some soup last night and on Sunday. I called back a minute later and said that I would have some soup to eat Sunday night, but that last night I would at least consider it and MAYBE I would eat. But then I did eat last night! Turkish women cooked our meal last night--a rare treat--which helped. I love their soup! I ate the soup and just a little bit more. Not alot, but the most I've had in probably 2 weeks. I'd lost about 12 pounds in that time. Eating last night was a little freaky. It didn't feel right and just sitting there in my stomach. It did stay, but my mind had already mentally prepared my body in case "something" would have happened that it didn't stay. But it did.