No sweets again today, which is starting to eat at me. I want a Little Debbie so dang bad...
My mood swings are the same, as they should be since my diet hasn't changed, going from happy while eating to borderline suicidal hours after consumption. And if you think I am joking about the depression, you haven't spent the last few years with me. It's real, and I am now beginning to believe it's mostly food related.
So, with day 2 in the books, I felt good for a total of an hour and a half, the total time it took me to consume my meals. The rest of the day I remained as sluggish as always, irritable, and an uneasy feeling now growing in the pit of my stomach.
T-minus 7 days until my body begins to go into complete and total shock. I have grown tired of feeling tired, aching, stressed, and feeling completely useless in the universe. Day one consisted of the regular day to day operations of being a complete failure on a planetary scale.