Here I am. Day three. Mid afternoon. No headache. Slightly weak, but able to do most tasks.
And yet, my mind plays tricks on me. It is trying to weasle any way out of this I can. I am quite dizzy, so my mind says "Uh-oh. You'd better quit. We don't want you to pass out or anything." But of course when I asked Gabe's opinion, he said that I should probably drink more lemonade and make sure I am getting lots of fluids.
A completely logical response, and yet still any little excuse I try to use to talk myself into quitting. Thank you Lord, that I have such a supportive husband who will keep me where I truly want to be.
Besides, if I quit, I will have just starved myself for three days for nothing. :-)
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