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After conquering 24 hours of liquid fasting—aka the Great Hunger Games, Day：we emerged from the night feeling like absolute legends. We’d locked our mouths shut and thrown away the key for an entire day. And oh boy, did that sense of accomplishment come with perks: good moods,

After surviving Day One of the Great Egg Fast, I was absolutely not planning on waking up early. But who was I kidding? My burning desire to hop on the scale shot me out of bed like it was Black Friday and the last air fryer was on sale. I

How three hard-boiled eggs became my unlikely life coaches. I woke up earlier than usual. No snooze button, no excuses. It was weigh-in day, and nothing gets you moving like the thought of sending your weight to a group chat before coffee. The morning air was crisp, and I opened

Nicholas called me to the balcony where birds were fighting over food. Our presence scattered them. On the other side, a big bird family was eating our cilantro. N said to let them since they seemed happy. In the rain, we spotted a surprise seedling. Bright green. Strong. Like a little gift.

Nicholas packed his Saturday full so he could enjoy Sunday’s plans. But a surprise nap during a rainy afternoon threw him off. He stressed over his to-do list, until I reminded him that worrying won’t make time stretch. Happy moments are worth protecting, even on a shuttle ride.

Beijing’s evening breeze, good friends, and a feast that challenges every diet plan. Join me as I navigate weight struggles, laughter, and friendship—proving that with great company, even the longest road feels a little shorter.