Well...

Today is going much better. Last night I ate, and ate and ate because I decided I needed to get the taste of food out of my way.
Today I couldn't go to the gym because I don't want to find myself too far away from my toilet since I seemed to have unknowingly given myself a clean out.
Be warned: drinking a pint of salt water is every much like an enema or colonic.

No solids today and up until now its all been water and lime water with molasses. Right now im drinking 80 cal soup. The fam is planning on steak and guac.

I can't seem to get clean enough. Not my surroundings, or my body. I've become obsessed. It gives me something to do, though instead of wondering about food.

I felt a few pulls towards the forbidden zone but I've been strong and I've been chewing gum. Also I don't want to sleep anywhere but in the closet. Maybe I'm getting dementia.....

Oh....toilet, sorry