I have had bouts of hunger throught the day, but mostly I just feel great. I cleaned the house, and did laundry. I talked to a buddy for hours on the phone (a rarity), and laid down for a nap. I am amazed by the amount of time I spend on food related energy. What's for breakfast, what's for lunch, what's for dinner, what do I need, chopping, blending, taking out the compost, washing dishes, going to the grocery store, thawing things, etc. I keep walking into the kitchen to get more water and am amazed by how clean the kitchen remains.
I feel a little disappointed that it'll be over tomorrow night. It is all happening so fast. I can't believe how much I am enjoying this experience. It sounds insane, masochistic even, and I would never have imagined this as an outcome, but there it is, I can't deny it. Life is so much easier, the day oddly fluid, when you don't have the punctuations of meals. No more decision making, no more worrying about macronutrients, no more worrying about blood glucose spikes or counting calories. It's a mental vacation, and freedom from that judgemental voice always monitoring my food choices. I know I can never win anyway.
I don't want to downplay the level of difficulty, because it certainly has been hard, but it absolutely has wonderful benefits well beyond health. If I worked outside the home I don't think I could manage, not with the seizure issue, but thankfully, I don't. I have the safety zone of my little nest, and it continues to nurture me to health.