What did I do to myself?

For the next week, I was miserable. I was sore, full of painful gas, and seemingly always nauseous. I kept asking myself if all this pain was worth it. Sometimes I told myself I'd rather just be fat and die than feel the way I did. I was home alone, and I would cry in the afternoons because I felt so miserable.

The liquid diet was getting to me. There was always a bad taste in my mouth. I started to fantasize about food. Any food. I wasn't hungry, but my mouth needed something.