Thirteen days until my life without food.
A Venti Americano with an inch and a half of steamed non-fat milk, that's what I get when I go to Starbucks, yum! My husband asked me this morning if I would be able to have coffee once I start my plan, OMG!!!, I had not thought of that and if I can't this is a warning to all, stay clear of me for a few weeks, it won't be pretty.
The panic hasn't set in yet, no hamburgers, no fries, OK. No pork chops or bacon or mayo, maybe a little panic is setting in.
I have 13 days, maybe I should take some time off to graze between now and then. No, probably a bad idea and looking at my waistline now I don't need time off from work to eat, I seem to be doing just fine.
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