Phase 1:

I'd be lying if I said this diet was easy. It's the most difficult thing I've done, in a sense that it is stealing one hundred percent of my thinking capacity. I am constantly consumed with thoughts of food I cannot eat. It's especially hard at home when I am bored, or with people who have the freedom to consume without caution. It's also awkward and time-consuming. An fine example: Post race used to be chocolate milk, Friday I ate a meatball. WTF?

I hate ground beef unless it is smothered in cheese and bacon, wedged between a bun. Meatballs. Plain meatballs. Cardboard for dinner anyone?

I am sick of the "safe" food, and have resorted to skipping meals entirely. I know this method of ignorance is only going to lead me into a mad binge shortly. They said it would be hard, and they were not joking. I feel better, but in my own state of misery, I am wondering if this torture is worth it.

I need to develop a success partner.

I'm praying for strength.