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watery update
11/15/2007 13:43:41 / dont know
I ask not for whom the lunch bells toll.
Frankly, I don't care, because they are not tolling for me.
It's past noon and a few minutes ago, the gorgeous peals of the church bells across the street sounded 12.
Noon.
The hour of doom: Lunch hour.
I'm only 12 hours in to a 72-hour water/tea/diet soda fast and yep. I am definitely hungry now. I'm used to eating something small every 2-3 hours so you can imagine this is an adjustment.
I feel virtous, though --- every time I do a fast, it reminds me of just how strong my willpower can be. And it also, not coincidentally, makes me a little leaner, too.
So yeah. I want to bury my face in a plate of Johnny Carino's finest pasta. But I won't.
I'll just sit here and hum along to the rumbling of my stomach. Because you know what? I'm already a sixth of the way through.
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2:09 p.m.
V8: The taste of virtue.
I am hungry, but I did have a can of V-8. It feels a little like fudging, but I feel a lot better; I was starting to feel irritable and lethargic, both. Those feelings don't usually kick in until the middle of the second day, so that is interesting.
Some quick fast stats:
Two: The number of cups of coffee.
Six: The number of cups of water.
Half: The number of cups of diet coke.
One and a half: Cups of V-8.
Zero: The number of temptations I've succumbed to, though I really really am tempted by the triple chocolate cake I just brought in for departing co-workers.
2,000,000: Number of different dishes I would like, at this very moment, to be eating.
Nothing worth doing is done easily, though.
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3:36 p.m.
I feel tired -- definitely a dip in the old blood sugar. Where's my other V8?
It looks like this might become a three-day water/juice fast.
If it works, though, I will rinse, spin and repeat next weekend --- so I can REALLY enjoy that turkey on Thanksgiving.
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