Nice 'thank you' email from Billy-J, accompanied by this post. Then, there's longtime reader and friend Justin Owings (that's a 5-page post, the whole thing a good read). Good work, gentlemen, and it's just as Billy-J says: "...the more I get into it, the more I want to do it." Precisely; there is no way I'd advocate any of this stuff if it just didn't feel so right. It takes a while. You'll have fatigue, some headaches, nauseating hunger, and workouts at the gym that make you feel as though you're going to die. Then, you begin sleeping like a baby. You break through to a point where you're almost never very hungry at all. Your whole attitude about food changes and when you do eat, you do so luxuriously, with wonderful food -- or you leave it. I'd just as soon skip a meal or two than to eat junk, anymore. The other day I piged out, like: gorged myself practically. On fruit. Some neighbors had some of the best cherries I have ever tasted, along with a bunch of ripe berries, and I had some perfectly ripe Kiwis. Never thought I'd pig on colorful fruit, and not on...