When I told my coworker that I was participating in a study that involved fasting, she laughed until she nearly cried.
My boyfriend, ever supportive, asked hesitantly, “Are you sure you want to try this?” Note the use of “try” instead of “do.”
When I told my father over the phone, the line went silent for a moment. Then he let out a long, “Welllllll,” wished me luck, and chuckled.
Turns out, luck might not be enough.
I like to eat. Often and a lot. Now, however, my eating habits have become more than a source of amusement for friends and coworkers. Now they are data in a study focusing on people with multiple sclerosis, like me.