Withdrawal

It took no time at all for me to start feeling like utter crap. Yesterday, about an hour after lunch, my stomach started hurting, as if was rebelling against the change in plan from a shitload of meat at every meal to zilch. Soon after, my head started to ache (though that may be partially due to the caffeine withdrawal) and I had little energy.

By the time I dragged my carcass home, I had to take a nap. I set the trusty old nap alarm to sixty minutes so I could start cooking lentils before Cathy got home. When the alarm went off an hour later, two thoughts occurred to me:

1. There's no way I'm going to get out of this bed feeling like this to cook lentils.
2. The fact that the next activity of my night was going to be cooking lentils makes me want to cry.

I lay there for ten more minutes before mining the depths of my willpower to find the ambition to get up. I started the lentils and when Cathy got home we did a no-oil stir-fry that was... well... food.

I ended up crashing early and slept for 11 hours, and woke up feeling like someone had beaten me with a baseball bat while I slept. All this after only 36 hours without all the stuff we'd given up.

I've heard I'm going to feel amazing very soon, and this will all be worth it. Hell, I actually believe that. I know I'll be much healthier in the long run for this reboot. But I sure feel like crap today.