Mostly Semantics

Maybe some of you are interested to hear how the ‘cooldown’ period following the fast is going? In short, very well. The OJ was kind of tough for two days - just trying to get down as many glasses as he demands. Really I went with like four a day and water inbetween and was fine. Yesterday was my first day of real food. My very first thing was a ripe, juicy peach. It was so good my knees shook. Fruit salad (apples, oranges, bananas, mango, grapes, strawberry, kiwi) was also a delight. I had salad for dinner last night, with just about the lightest dressing possible - red wine vinegar and fat-free greek yogurt with salt and pepper - also remarkably delicious! Today, though… today I made mulligatawny for my vegetable soup. It’s… it’s really, really fucking good. By substituting the coconut milk, we made it super-light and healthy, especially by also subbing out sugar for stevia. Anyway - food tastes goddamned delicious, is the point, and I’m honestly not cheating, like, at all. That said, I have nice bottles of gin and diet tonic waiting for shortly after dinner for me tonight, as a finish line celebration. Yay, booze!

Oh man, what a day. So many things, exciting things, to relate! Exciting and also marginally embarrassing. Let’s start there.
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I can’t believe tomorrow is my last day. Time just flies, huh? Only one more gross quart of salt water at 6am. I just cracked open my third (of four) jug of syrup today, so… gonna be a lot of leftovers. The lemon juice in the fridge was juiced Monday night, so, probably past its prime, but, eh. I’m not getting up early and getting new lemons, that’s for sure. I went today and got a membership at the new WSC in c-heights, so, that’s exciting. There are also plans afoot for a personal trainer. What’s diet without exercise, right? Yeah. Still no wii fit, though it appears it’ll be delivered tomorrow. Scale holding steady at 349. I think tomorrow I’ll try to stop by the zoo and weigh myself there. Really looking forward to orange juice on Friday. ORANGE JUICE!

I’m barely even noticing this thing anymore, except for when I walk by a restaurant. Other than that, though, I could basically do this indefinitely. I mean, not from a health standpoint, I guess, I probably need protein or something at some point. But… I’m not hungry. I’m not tired. I feel great, axetually. I don’t even have the phantoms anymore - empty out in the mornings and I’m set for the day. I am going to have a lot of leftover syrup though - I got enough for 12 servings a day every day, and really I’m going through like 7-8.
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You know what I love about this? That I don’t have to come up with titles. Or, I mean, I guess I could, that’s not a rule or anything, but… once this trope got started I felt compelled to see it through. Actually, not unlike the fast itself. Also love that I was completely right about this being blogger gold. I singlehandedly set our blog’s hit record last week (yes, singlehandedly - nobody else ever writes here anymore. Layabouts.) Today/yesterday (Monday) I set the single-day record. The people love the poop stories. And the reckless behavior. And it’s definitely not that I just posted every day. It’s the borderline crazy plan being executed! I see now - act out, be famous. I’ll see y’all in rehab. Oh, I *did* have my first work poop today. Sort of. I was there late and felt the usual evening urge, but as usual, only a phantom poop. *sigh*. Phantom poops at work are much worse, because no reading material. I’d wait it out for awhile at home, browsing the Sporting News (the rolls royce of bathroom reading), but a minute or two at work and I’m closing up shop. Scale this morning said 348.