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Wednesday morning, I woke up and stepped on the scale. Since day one, I’d lost a whopping 1.4 pounds, which is considered normal weight fluctuation.

The score was 6-6, so we technically didn’t lose? #GTHC.Īs the rest of the team celebrated with cookies, brownies and sheet cake, I chewed my cinnamon gum and had an internal battle. Should I give this up for the sake of my health and sanity? An unfortunate event for my team, but truthfully very fortunate for me. In the second half, UNC forfeited the game after a player got injured. At that point, I had sacrificed playing time, countless meals with friends, and now my physical health. This could get really bad, I thought. I was tempted to give up on the diet. I didn’t fully understand the beating my body was taking until my club lacrosse game that night against UNC. Not to worry – I was only scheduled to play for ten minutes in the game, but when I arrived to warm up, I knew even that might be too much.Īfter the first few minutes of drills, I could feel the dizziness set in. MY CHEESY BREAD PRAYERS HAD BEEN ANSWERED. I could not wait for the diet to end so I could place my order. Thank you Jesus, thank you pizza.

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They’d contacted me to rectify the situation with a free pizza or cheesy bread of my choice. A few weeks ago they had messed up my order. Walking back from class, I checked my phone and saw that I’d a missed call from Domino’s. Secretly, I hoped someone would eat them… In other news, when I returned to my dorm room, I found that my makeshift freezer was room temperature. I bagged the next two days’ worth of ice cream, labeled them aggressively, and put them into the communal dorm freezer. I brought my pint of melting Mint Chip as my teammates chowed down on chips and guac. I had to attend two dinners and politely sip water through gritted teeth. The second dinner (with my a club lacrosse team) was bearable only because I’ve sworn off Chipotle post-E. Sunday turned out to be torture-Meredith-with-food day. People were amused, excited and confused. I received upwards of a dozen texts a day. I repeated my friend Elena’s mantra to myself, mind over matter.Īt this point, all my friends (and the entire Duke student body) were aware of the ice cream diet. I really couldn’t handle this ice diet anymore. But I had bigger fish to fry than fighting with my teen sister my dry ice had evaporated. I set out for solution and came back from the gas station with two giant bags of ice.Ĭreativity was the only thing keeping me going. “Please post more pictures about your ice cream,” my 15-year-old sister said sarcastically. It’s not like I was eating five pints of Ben & Jerry’s a day. I would be just fine.

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Plus I was taking a multivitamin to make up for some of the missed nutrients. I ensured them that the ice cream was low in sugar and high in protein. I made the mistake of telling some friends. Still, my energy was wiped and focusing on homework had been extremely difficult. I was becoming an expert ice cream eater. I wasn’t even hungry at this point, but demolished a pint of Lemon Cake in minutes. I begrudgingly opened my freezer to pry out a pint of Vanilla. I set out to the library for the day and didn’t return until midafternoon. I woke up around 9 with a slight headache and a bloated stomach.