Dated: June 28, 2026
The mission technically began before the diet did.
There were appointments.
Questions.
Instructions.
A stack of papers outlining a temporary life that would soon revolve around radioactive iodine.
Old habits wanted certainty.
The new mission required preparation.
Instead of asking, “Why me?”
I started asking,
“What do I need for tomorrow?”
Mission Control issued new parameters.
No iodine.
Read every label.
Plan every meal.
Protect the future.
It wasn’t exciting.
It was engineering.
Before the first restriction ever landed on my plate, something else had already shifted.
This wasn’t about losing foods.
It was about creating enough margin for healing.
Mission status:
Awaiting launch.
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