The weekend was a test of strength...and my weakness got a little bit of the best of me. I deviated from the diet a bit by consuming fried chicken Saturday night, and a few bowls of cereal throughout the rest of Saturday and Sunday. In doing so, I found no changes in the results of this ongoing experiment. Zlatko thinks I may have just breathed a little bit of life back into the would-be starved cannibalistic humanoid underground dwellers, but I beg to differ. So far, no trace of said C.H.U.Ds, so I'm beginning to think the diet may be more of a guideline than a must. That's how I'm gonna justify it if I slip up and deviate from the diet again anyway. Halfway through. Get some.
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