Okay, so today is actually Day 17. Huzzah!
So, here’s been my experience so far:
1. Days 1-8 weren’t too bad at all. Like I mentioned before, I don’t drink soda and don’t consume that much sugar (or dairy, or legumes for that matter). I knew that alcohol and bread would be the hardest parts, but it wasn’t like I wanted to kill all the things.
2. Day 9 was terrible. I was so stressed, had an exam, was having to make tough life decisions, and to put the unsweetened cherry on top, I thought it would be a good idea to meet Matt and his friends at the bar before they went to the baseball game. BAD IDEA. I sipped on a club soda and lime while they drank beer and had wings (this was on St. Patty’s day, nonetheless). I literally wanted to cry. I ordered a burger, sans cheese/bread/mayo/mustard/ketchup, add avocado, with sweet potato fries. When my food arrived the fries looked like they miiiiiight have been breaded, so I decided not to eat them and just have the burger and avocado. At this point, I was about 4 minutes away from a meltdown, so I decided to leave them to their green beer and head home.
3. Day 11 or something we went to Ballyhoo Bar & Grill (pre-baseball again) where I was STOKED to find out they squeeze fresh citrus juices for their margaritas. So this time I had club soda and lime with grapefruit juice! Hallelujah.