What a day.
I fasted. As of now I still haven't had a bite to eat since Thursday. Friday was miserable, kept myself busy with housework. Also learned I can't edit a book for shit, on an empty stomach. Took forever to get through a chapter, and I probably did a piss-poor job.
Anyway, diet contest ended at 3am this morning, I was going to check my weight when I got up this morning, 8:30ish. I'd technically still have 24 hours to submit my final weigh-ins, so I knew I had some wiggle room if I still needed to drop half a pound. Worse comes to worse, I would go swim a mile Saturday morning, THEN weigh-in. I usually sweat a pound while swimming.
Anyway, I check my weight, and I just squeeked by. I did my intial "full body picture," which I had to do with video/screenshot since I'm still alone. Took the vid, went to my desk to screenshot/edit, a calendar reminder pops up, "Zoo dive in 45 minutes." It takes 20 to get there. It takes 20 to gear up. I'm not packed up, because I thought I was diving tomorrow.
I picked the wrong day to stop sniffing glue fast, because now I don't have time to finish the weigh-in pics, and I can't eat before the dive because I'm too close to the goal, and a tuna wrap would put me back over my weight. Fuuuuuck.
Anyway, I rush to the zoo. Get there on time. They say, "What are you doing here?" My calendar was wrong, I AM diving tomorrow. Well shit. But while I was there anyway I asked if they needed a hand, so I helped them mount a new rock in the Gulf of Mexico tank. That's the one with Tink the Molesting Turtle. Was fun. Didn't get light headed, fortunately.
So I was there a couple hours, came home, and just did final weigh-ins, even lighter than I was this morning due to the semi-strenuous activity at the zoo.
And I'd love to have a tuna wrap. Even a bologna sammitch sounds like a feast, at the moment. But they gotta verify my weight, first. Could be hours.
I got some killer willpower, though, when I want to.
"Be bold, and mighty forces will come to your aid."