Mushroom Soup tastes like cement mixed up with water. Chicken marginally better. I am plumping for Thai Chili as my fave, laced with Tabasco.
Today more difficult than yesterday — maybe it was because today is also the first day of my period so I don’t know whether the whoozy head is due to LL or my cycle 
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Still, I haven’t *craved* anything or been obsessed with food. I have just generally felt tired and missed eating meals. Went down to the allotment for three hours this morning: the raspberries were ripe, blackberries were dropping off the vine fulsomely, our Sungold tomatoes were bursting with sugary juices and in the old days I would have been popping morsels into my mouth quite absently.
Had to feed Stella a delicious salad at lunch time and appreciated how good the avocados and pecans and butterhead lettuce looked. Fancying a salad? That would never have happened in the old stuffing-my-face days, when my jaded, stultified appetite would not have taken a second look at silly old greens, for heaven’s sake.
I wonder, when I start “eating normal food” again, whether I will appreciate healthy salads and balk at chips. Hmmm. Too far too soon. I think I should just be worrying about keeping my body and mind together one day at a time till I reach ketosis and this hunger loses its keen edge.
To bed now, feeling quite full enough to fall asleep.
