In all honesty I thought I wouldn’t make it this far. I’ve been going crazy while my fiance has been gone. I’ve struggled through days of hunger. Days where I am only full at the time I eat and then not even a half hour later feel starving. I’ve had moments of serious self doubt. I know I’m strong and can stick to this but I’ve had so many thoughts of quitting.
One little bite won’t hurt.
It’s just a small nibble, it won’t throw off the whole day.
It’s only a little popcorn.