I cheated on Saturday and ate eggs and french toast. And somehow had the best gut day I've had in months! No nasty symptoms, all party fun times at the garage rock fest in Portland. And more energy from food than I've felt since starting this thing. Thursday's the official 8-week ending, and I'll be damned if the fucking fasting will suddenly start feeling beneficial between now and then.
Perhaps the prescription for wellness is just PARTY.
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So does this mean no more blogging? B/c I think you make a damn fine blogger!
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