Tonight, I picked up my "last supper" at Whole Foods, a salad without dressing or meat from the fresh bar. I said no to ice cream at the airport (a small miracle in and of itself, I know) and denied the urge to gorge on pizza or something equally as guilty, as a last hoorah before starvation, I mean fasting, but better judgment told me I should use this final meal as a last-ditch effort at transitioning into my new meal mode. I actually started getting disgusted eating the salad and didn't even finish it, perhaps another attempt by my body to make this a little less painful and start the hunger during the night, so I can rise to a numb pain.
While at Whole Foods, I also picked up all the mixings for this magical experiment. I realized that not eating costs more than I'd imagined (just under $13/day, I figure), though I'll end up saving a small fortune not eating out, a habit (or a broken one) I hope to keep when the fast comes to a close.
I woke up this morning with a sore throat, but first dismissed it as the result of the air conditioning I slept in last night. Much to my dismay, it persisted all day. Less than thrilled at the idea of doing this sick, but hey, maybe it will help speed the healing, and it will make tomorrow morning's salt water flush all the more exciting. Who wants to eat with a sore throat anyway? Maybe this will help me.
I took just drank the laxative tea. It smells nasty but has an almost pleasant citrus flavor. Hopefully the warm mug will help me forget about the daily coffee I'm denying myself...
My stepdad wants to bet on how soon I'll quit. Blake (brother) thinks not eating for a few hours is hell on Earth. Mom wants to get on the plan. Should be an interesting fourteen days...
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