The first week was HARD. I was hungry all the time, and when I ate, it was absolutely unsatisfying. I longed to feel the way a thick cheeseburger on a whole wheat bun felt in my mouth, for the flavors to mingle all sloppily together, to feel that full feeling washed down with a glass of unsweetened tea. Beans and salads and apples just didn’t cut it. I dreamed of eating big platters of Family Favorite Steak & Gravy. I had a headache almost daily. And baking dark chocolate chip cookies for Kaylee’s school trip was almost my undoing. I could not fathom two more days of it, much less two more weeks.
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