3 a.m. glass of milk

For the past week I have been getting up at 3 a.m or so to have a big glass of milk. Now I know that that doesn't sound to crazy, but I don't like milk. I might take a super small sip of Matt's if I am eating a hardcore piece of cake but that is it, nothing more. And now I am drinking full glasses! I wake up thinking about it...crazy. And other thing, I dont want sweets. This is even more disturbing than the milk thing. I love sweets, chocolate, ice cream, cookies nothing. I am one of those people who can not have those thing in the house because I will eat it all but now it sits on the shelf. Matt even looks at me weird. And if I happen to eat something sweet (my brain tells me, remember you like this...its creamy and yummy) I can only eat a couple of bites, really and then I feel sick! Now don't get me wrong, I am not complaining. I am just confused! Me not eating sweets is like me wanting a big piece of meat to eat! That hasn't happened yet, thankfully.