Day 1 started strong – the nut bar tasted like a decadent treat (shockingly good for 'fasting food'), and I felt oddly energized. But by noon, the carrot ginger soup turned into a lumpy, unblendable mess that left me looking 6 months pregnant from insane bloating. Those kale crackers? Sunflower oil villains according to Dr. Cate's 'hateful eight' oils theory – my back ached from the distention.

Day 2 became my science experiment: ditching Prolon's crackers for my own. Magic! The bloating vanished, making me side-eye their snack formulation hard. But hunger became a gnawing companion – those tiny L-bars just laughed at my stomach's growls.

By Day 3, fatigue hit like a truck. As a keto devotee, this plant-based fiber bomb felt like digestive treason. The lentil curry soup was palatable (if you enjoy chewing water), but my energy crashed harder than a toddler denied candy. Woke up on Day 4 feeling like I'd run a marathon in my sleep – that's when I tapped out.

Here's the raw truth: yes, I dropped 3lbs fast (likely water weight), but the rebound hunger made me inhale my fridge afterward. Prolon works if you're new to fasting or love plant-based meals, but for us keto warriors? It's like forcing a carnivore to graze – possible but miserable.