Comments: My last meal before kichadi.
My goal: To indulge.
Food choice: Vegetarian burger with fries from a nearby Firkin pub.
Beverage choice: Pint of Richards White, with a slice of orange.
Second beverage choice: Pint of Richards White, also with a slice of orange.
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Sixth beverage choice: Oh, you get the point.
General feelings about life post meal: Overwhelmingly happy.
Excitement level regarding eating kichadi (0-10; 0 = revolted, 10 = too much Botox): 10
Side-effects of meal: Slurred speech, slight nausea, poor decision making ability, and terrible headache 8 hrs later.
Food related dreams or fantasies: Dreams of hamburgers. Again. Seriously.
Occurrences of note: Fueled by non-kichadi, I found the energy to sing in public and harrass strangers for hours.
Day 1: Thursday
Comments: My first day of kichadi. It smelled delicious. Smells can be deceiving.
My goal: To destroy the Thinspiration competition.
Food choice: Kichadi. Kichadi. And more kichadi. That is all.
Total Kichadi prepared: ~2 cups of rice (pre-cooking measurements).
Total Kichadi eaten: ~75% of prepared amount.
Beverage choices: 1 glass of Master Cleanse, minus the maple syrup; many glasses of water.
General feelings about life post meals: It could always be worse.
Excitement level regarding eating kichadi (0-10; 0 = revolted, 10 = too much Botox): 3
Likelihood that I would rather starve than eat kichadi (0-10; 0 = never, 10 = kill me now): 4
Side-effects of meal: Headache (see day 0), more frequent pooing and spitting, more keen senses, particularly as relates to how delicious other people's food must be, loss of overall appetite.
Food related dreams or fantasies: Strong desire to go for a run, if only so that I can lick the sweat off my arm while I eat, thus seasoning the terribly bland kichadi. Additionally, impulse to drop kichadi on the ground and eat it, hoping that the ground will have more flavour than kichadi.
Occurrences of note: Roommates offered me fried chicken in the morning. Friends offered me ice cream cake in the afternoon. I cried on the inside.
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