I was never hungry, which was a good thing because I don’t deal well with feeling deprived. Or perhaps I was expecting to feel so hungry that I was pleasantly surprised when I didn’t live with constant hunger pangs for two weeks straight. Following a strict plan was hard (obviously) but also kind of nice, because it required absolutely no thought about what I was going to eat. I also liked that the de facto result of this was that I didn’t HAVE to think about calories, because the plan took care of that for me. The only planning challenge, really, was figuring out what to do when I couldn’t eat my own food.