I knew it would be hard. But I had no idea how attached I was to the joy that I feel when meal time arrives.
DAY 1
8am Breakfast nut bar. Pretty good. Not what I'm used to eating for bfst, but I'll make it for a few hours. At least I still got my green tea.
12pm: Somehow I made it to 12pm with 260 calories on board and a dance class and bike ride. Packaged tomato soup never tasted so damn good. Seriously. I reveled in the pasty tomato goop for all 14 bites that I could muster out of the bowl. Ate slowly and savored. 7 olives. They tasted fine. Good thing I really like olives. Kale Crackers. Quite good. Again, hunger is a great condiment. Left me with a large amount of garlic aftertaste which just reminded me that I was hungry.
1pm. I'm already looking forward to my next meal. I keep seeing restaurants everywhere. I'm getting mad.
2pm. My second nut and fruit bar. Delish. Tasted better than it did at 8am. I ate as slowly as I could so it would last until at least 2:15pm. Only 3 hours until I can eat again.
4pm. I'm mad again. I'm hungry. I'm eyeing the banana and peanut butter on the counter. I abstain. Drink Spearmint tea instead. Totally adequate and totally unsatiating herbal tea. Harrumph.
5pm. Thank the lord. Dinner time has arrived. There is a dried minestrone soup and a choco crisp bar. I panic when I read that the soup will take 15 minutes to simmer. I eat the choco crisp bar (meant to be dessert, I presume) first. It's pretty dense and oaty, but I enjoy it. The minestrone, which I tried to chew as much as possible, was damn good. However, I think I might enjoy raw cricket powder at this point.
1100 calories down.
I cannot wait for day two just so I can start eating my allotted 800 calories. No Kale crackers and 1 less bar tomorrow. I can only imagine how mad I'm going to be. I will be positive. I love olives.
DAY 2
7:30am Another day, another breakfast bar. Again. This bar is fine. I might even say "I quite enjoyed it!" But when I finished the last little crumble out of that package (and I should say I licked the inside of the wrapper!) I felt a little gloomy. On a serious note: This is giving me even more compassion for those who go regularly without.
11:30am: Apologies if I sound dramatic but I'm starving. I made my quinoa minestrone for lunch and ate my olives. As you may remember, I love olives. But I wanted 40 of them instead of 7. The quinoa minestrone was pretty good. I got impatient while it was on the stove simmering and mocking me so I may not have cooked it for as long as I should have which is why it had a curious chew to it.
2pm: Mad and hungry. Ate my choco crisp bar meant for tonight's dessert. So what. I don't need no stinkin' dessert later. I need a snack now.
2:02pm: Settled for the time being.
3:11pm. Surprise. I'm ravenous. (And still mad) I drink hibiscus tea. I cannot stop eyeing the raspberries in our yard. They are calling to me.
3:12pm: I ate 2 raspberries. Such sweetness. Am I in trouble?
