I have an energy I can’t describe. I haven’t eaten any solid food since Thursday (today is Wednesday, for those that are groggy, unemployed, or have no use for a calendar), and I’m feeling fine.
I’ve been going to the bathroom a few times a day, mostly to urinate, but I do sit down at least once a day. It’s not solid, but there’s still stuff coming out. On day 9 (Saturday) I plan to do another salt water cleanse that should flush out any stragglers.
Last night I had a dream that I ate food, and I woke up feeling guilty. I think I ate a bagel. It wasn’t even real, and it tasted good.
People that know I’m fasting constantly appologize for eating in front of me, or for even talking about food. I’m totally fine with it, though. I’m craving foods, but I’m not hungry, if you get what I mean. I’m really learning the difference between the two.
Since last weighing myself at the gym, I’ve lost 10 pounds. I’ve been told by several people over the past couple days that I’ve lost weight. Then, this morning, for shits and giggles, I tried on a pair of jeans that I had outgrown. Though a little tight, they did fit. I’m sure that I’ll gain a little back, but then I am planning on going pseudo-vegetarian (I’m still going to eat fish, as there’s no way in hell I’ll give up sushi) when I’m off the fast. I had a similar diet for years, and with good results. Here’s round 2.
Oh, boobies.