Within one hour of finishing my wonderful second breakfast of champions, I was DYING for sugar.
I turned to my trusty almond butter, which scratches the sweet itch, but this suggests that I have not adapted to the new diet as fully as my previous message may have, in its post-workout endorphin-powered bliss, suggested (read: wanted to believe).
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