Day 6: As long as I don’t look at Pinterest, TV, or my Starbucks app–I’m invincible.
Day 7: I’m not hungry. At all. Perhaps I’ve begun photosynthesis.
Day 8: Can no longer sleep. Perhaps the part of my body now dedicated to making chlorophyl is concerned by the lack of sunlight.
Day 9: Headache.
Day 10: Getting skinnier. Also, meaner. And I ate a half of a chocolate chip cookie. Damn you, Jolie.
Day 11: Didn’t eat until the afternoon, then had a salad like a boss. After dinner, walked to the bakery across from the restaurant and had a Nutella macaron. Sorry, not sorry.
Day 12: Back on track. Drank my weight in sparkling mineral water. Made many stops on the drive back.
Day 13: Only lost .5 lbs. Dammit, macaron. Also, I should probably stop pretending that me stress-pacing around the living room over my first draft is exercise.
Read Days 14-21 here.