The first couple of days were easier than she expected. There was no planning. No scrolling through recipes. No standing in the kitchen wondering what to make. She’d open a can, put something simple together—or sometimes just eat it as it was—and move on. At first, it felt almost too basic. Like something was missing. But that feeling didn’t last long. Because what replaced it was something she hadn’t anticipated. Relief.
Meals stopped being a decision. There was no second-guessing portions. No debating between options. No “what should I eat next?” It was already decided. And that changed more than she expected. It gave her time back. Mental space. A break from constantly thinking about food. Even on busy days, there was no interruption. No need to prepare anything complicated. Just open, eat, continue. Of course, it wasn’t perfect. The repetition was there.
Same textures. Similar flavors. But instead of becoming frustrating it started to feel predictable and with the way our brains are wired, predictability makes things a lot easier. Bringing us to the changes she felt around the middle of the week, on the next page: