This past week was rough. Fatigue plagued me like never before. Each piece of fruit gave me about 30 minutes of energy, then I deflated like a ruptured balloon. I walked from work to training to bed in a tired fog.
Today, I woke refreshed. Full of energy and hope. And full of cravings. I kept smelling foods I don’t even like that much, and it made my insides itch to taste them. White sauce. Scones. Granola bars. All mediocre things that I want.
The cravings should subside in about two weeks, or so I’m told. If anyone’s got tips on how to survive that long, send them this way.
Imagine me shipwrecked on a desert island, holding on to sanity by the skin of my teeth and the tip of a coconut.