So I woke up this morning, dehydrated and somewhat delusional, yet even still, I crawled my fat ass out of bed and went to the scale. I stared down at the angry red glow of the three numbers I prayed I would and wouldn't see. I was happy it was not 150 but in the same instance I was a short breath from screaming in agony as I saw the numbers:
1 4 9 . 0
Since my binge had been past midnight I cannot really call today a fasting day, though I am fasting. I ate a few bites of cantaloupe to help me take my Green Coffee Extract pills, and now I am drowning myself in the bottles and bottles of water I had grabbed without really even seeing them. I started a to-do list--several actually-- to help my get through the coming days that I am to fast.
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