Yesterday morning, I wrote that I passed the one-week mark. I figured I'd do 5 to 7 days, but we're beyond that and my body is still pretty happy. I ate less yesterday than the previous couple of days. Hunger is constantly at my side, but now we're friends.

I still felt mentally sharp, but have I been fooling myself? I tried to grab a bar to steady myself on the subway yesterday and missed. I definitely felt slightly removed from my body. There's no weird head stuff other than that, though. It is a little disappointing. I was looking forward to lightly tripping.

I wish my family kept better track of spending. I am taken with the notion that our food budget has gone down this past week. I'm the biggest and I work from home, so I figure I eat maybe 1/3 of the food in this four-person home.

My partner told me I should quit. She says I don't look great, and my affect is off. I feel low energy but happy. She wants me to commit to an end date. I resisted, but later on, when I encountered food, I had some salad and some brisket and then went back for seconds.

So... I'm done. Lost a few pounds, felt great, glad I did it. My appetite is still pretty low. I suppose I'll see what my body wants to eat over the next few days. Thanks, all, for reading along.