When I started this challenge, I was young. Inexperienced. Hungry, yes, but with newly-cut teeth. In my youthful hubris, I boasted that I would eat all the pasta, without really understanding what that meant. How much pasta is all the pasta? I would argue that no one really knows, and only I can even fathom a guess. Hint: it's a lot.
Now I can feel my body changing, adapting to its new life. Yes, for the past week I've been sick, but that was just the beginning. That was the pasta breaking me down, so that it could build me back up. Reform me into something stronger, something greater than I was. I don't yet know where this power will take me, but I know that I'm ready for it.
Lunch was skipped.
Dinner was composed of three plates of pasta:
Week five starts tomorrow.
A special thanks to my dining companion, Nick!