Right now there is little in the world that sounds as luscious and wonderful as a Dairy Queen cone dipped in chocolate. It’s not a want. It feels like a need.
I must be getting into a die-off stage because I’m feeling a kind of hunger that I haven’t felt in a long time… it feels like panic. My mouth tastes funny, my poops are weird. It’s almost, but not quite, flu-like. I remember this feeling. It’s a sign of good things to come. It’s also a sign that the next couple weeks are going to be an exercise in willpower.
Well, this is what I signed up for, and I knew it was coming. I guess I’ll go have a piece of cheese and an apple and pretend they are ice cream.