One day in, and I'm convinced this diet was created by Satan, himself. I actually felt guilty for having an extra orange last night.
And I still haven't acquired the taste for black coffee...it gives you Columbian prison inmate breath.
After two salads, snacks comprised of strictly fruit, and having to pass on numerous junk food opportunities, life seems to have lost all meaning. Grasping for a way out, I declared that if I hadn't lost 2 lbs by morning, I was done.
Of course, I lost exactly 2 lbs. Curse my digital scale.
I've said too much.
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