Half way through the second day and I feel like shite. My head is pounding, I am cold and feeling downright miserable. Not cranky or moody, like I expected, but flat. Demotivated (which is not at all like me usually). I feel like crawling into bed with the doona pulled high and closing my eyes. Not that I am sleepy, per se but that I just don't want to. Apathy has taken hold. I don't want to. Whatever it is, I don't want to.
I am determined to stick it out as I am already half way there but, right this second, I am questioning the choices I make in my life. What kind of crazy woman voluntarily embarks on a quest to not eat solids for three days. I think it would be okay if I was looking forward to some soup at lunch time. Something warm and comforting. But the thought of drinking more liquefied vegetables is so unappealing. I would honestly rather have nothing
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