Beg1n

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Today begins the first day of my fast. Was supposed to begin two days ago, but I just wasn't ready.  Im as ready as I can be now. What after the fast, what after I get back on my regular routine and things are fine for a few weeks?

What when the inevitable problem occurrence occurs and start eyeballing food to cope, then what? Does it all go to hell again? 

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