Day 2, 6:45
I'd love to report something, but the truth is, there's not a lot to report.
I'm not sure if I've stopped having cravings or have just resigned myself to a slow, cayenne pepper seasoned death. Either way, there's nothing to see here that there wasn't last night around this time. I took a little less HLT this AM, and the result seems to be less urgency in my flights to the head. This, I regard as a good thing.
The downside to that, of course, is that w/o a constant battle against the screaming runs, this whole enterprise loses a lot of its charm.
Anyway, to the business of today's scientific agenda, as outlined above:
1) Cravings - Yes, I've had fewer. Though urbanhack's spontaneous degeneration into madness around day four doesn't exactly fill me with hope for the future.
2) Daily energy cycle - No real change. I was still up early, still tired around 3, and still back at it full-force come dinner time. The only real change from my normal day-to-day routine is that dinner consisted largely of a squeezed lemon and some goop from a jar, rather than say, penne with sun-dried tomato pesto sauce.
3) Poo - If not as frequent as yesterday, certainly no less loosey goosey. I'm beginning to fear for my hydration. I hop on the throne, do my best Old Faithful impression, then head to the fridge for a big swig of water to stave off dehydration -- which appears to amount to little better than fuel for the diarrheal engine. Nothing to report from a black 'n' gooey standpoint, I fear.
*sigh* Off to "dinner."