Woke up early, again. Had a Goose Island Big John (imperial stout with cacao nibs). What an amazing beer.
It's worth noting that even though I miss food, I'm loving the beer I'm drinking. One of my fears going into this was getting sick of beer. That hasn't been the case at all.
But this is still pretty tough. Going twelve days without eating is not an easy thing to do. I'm not obsessing about food, and I'm okay when people are eating around me, but it makes me unhappy to think that I still have 17 more days to go.
Last night I dreamt of eating a baked potato.
Finally had a productive writing day. Cleared up some major plot problems, and also wrote about 2500 words.
I'm still a little on the weak side, but since adding more water to the diet I haven't felt light-headed or drawn out. One thing I really like is I can fit into a lot of my old shirts again. This diet may be crazy, but it's working.
Once I'm done, I'm going to continue exercising and watching what I eat. Getting fat wasn't worth this, and I don't plan on every going on a diet ever again. Watching calories is a much easier, and better, solution.