Since I can remember, I have never been able to go for more than a couple of hours between feeds. I'd eat 'just in case' I got hungry. Not because I actually was!

For the first time today I had no lunch. Nothing, nada, zip, zero. I worked out at 6am and had good old bacon and eggs, yoghurt, berries and seeds at 7am. (I know this is no biggie to you pro IFers out there but for me this is kind of a milestone) It's 4.30 and I've just had a bowl of broth. It tastes delicious but I kind of feel like I can take it or leave it. Weird.

Anyway, I feel like a weight has been lifted. One more bar from my 'food prison'. Who got the power? Why, I do believe it's me.

Good times!