I started my hardcore diet yesterday, going onto meal replacement sachets and dropping my calories to 750 (plus soya milk in coffees). The first sign that all wasn't well came when I felt super-tired, and crawled into the little room to sleep during lunchtime.
When I got home after work, I took Sambucol and Metatone, hoping to keep the ills at bay.
By the time I had therapy yesterday evening, I announced, "I feel really rough." My therapist replied, "I can hear it in your voice." She suggested that I should "feed the cold" in order to cure it.
My theory is that my body is still fighting off the virus it's had for a month, and that by receiving fewer calories, it doesn't have the energy to ward it off.
So I fed it, because I'd rather be fat than ill.
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