Day 6, Saturday: I never thought it would get this bad
I wake up and don't do much for a while. I feel OK, actually. I do errands and then go running. My legs feel as if they are submerged in a bowl of soggy Wheaties -- and I don't get far. Afterwards, I eat a bowl of Special K. I eat some beerios (cereal -- in this case, Rice Krispies -- with beer as milk) to pregame for the night. I do not enjoy this.
I drank alcohol just once during the week, and felt its effects fast because I'm eating way less than I normally eat. I go out to the bars this particular Saturday and feel like myself, possibly, even, a little more charming than usual (probably riding the dizzying peak of sugar high). I try to drink a beer, but feel weak immediately, and want to go home. When I get home, I eat a serving size each of Reese's Puffs, Cocoa Puffs, Pops, Waffle Crisp, and Rice Krispie Treats cereal in a big ol' Frankenstein combo bowl. A supercut of 'real might reinvigorate my quest and push me through the finish line in trademark style, like Jordan winking at the Philadelphia bench.