2 and 3 still don't make 5.

Howdy everyone!

Just wanted to see how that sounded when there are only 2 people following this blog. I missed writing on Day 2 of the liquid diet. I have plenty of time to write on Day 3 because...I have no freaking energy to do anything. It's hard to work and concentrate and be nice and not burst into tears, which is exactly what I did when talking to my wife realizing that I could, under my current circumstances, go to tonight's Twins game. Do you know how flipping hard that is?!? I live for baseball, the Twins, Target Field and here I am, sitting at home, too tired to even write this blog.

I was mentally unprepared for this liquid diet. Physically unprepared for most things. I thought, "No problem, you've crash dieted before...no problem". This is beyond anything I have ever done before, as will most things on this adventure. I always would cheat a little, breaking down after 2 or 3 days. I can't now. This is permanent. It has been so hard at work. All I do all day is focus on food, talk about food and type about food, smell food and develop food. It's an insane situation to be in. It is like working in a brewery as a recovering alcoholic, or cutting the cocaine as a drug addict. How many times have I fantasized about food at work in the last 3 days? I feel like I need to recite the Reinhold Neibuhr prayer:

God grant me the serenity

to accept the things I cannot change;

courage to change the things I can;

and wisdom to know the difference.

Living one day at a time;

Enjoying one moment at a time;

Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;

Taking, as He did, this sinful world

as it is, not as I would have it;

Trusting that He will make all things right

if I surrender to His Will;

That I may be reasonably happy in this life

and supremely happy with Him

Forever in the next.

Amen.

I know this may sound funny; but, this may help me get through this next stage of life. I am not overtly religious. I am, however, able to recognize it's place in my life rather than run from it. So, on Day 3, I have not eaten solid food, chewed off my arm or leg or anyone else's and I most certainly have not ripped anyone a new one yet...pleasant thoughts, big puffy clouds, the love of a good woman and kids and my little doggy, Kirby.