PC Day 3

I’ve made such a fuss over this, I’m not going to give up on day 3, but OH. MY. GAWD. I never thought I’d feel this bad.

Hungry all the time. Craving sweets like never before. So sleepy. My poops are awful (no warning, frequent, loose, and strange colors). Nate asked me what I wanted from the store just now and I said, “Nothing, I’m not allowed to eat anything.” Not true! But I’m in such a bad mood that I can’t think about anything except the food I’m not allowed to have.

I know it’s just my body getting used to this, but I just want to cry. And eat a gallon of ice cream.

It should be noted, Nate is being so supportive. It’s unbelievable. I don’t deserve a guy like him (just don’t tell him that).