The storms have passed over Mississippi, and now the skies are beautiful. Light shines down golden through the clouds, and I imagine that I am so light that the gusting wind can carry me away. Perhaps one day.
My 40 hour fast went wonderfully. I wasn't really hungry until around 37 hours, but that's because everyone eats in my third period. A is usually digging into her salad behind me. My debate parter K is eating a plethora of junk food that seemingly never goes to her waist. Another kid is stuffing his face with one of those atrocious milk-'n'-cereal bars. And still another girl is working her way through a Subway footlong. There's just no way to escape the sights and smells and sounds of the food. But I lasted until lunchtime, which is when I planned to break the fast anyway. So I am pleased.
Water (1.5 liters and counting): 0
Tea (2 cups): 0
Diet Coke: 0
Tomato sandwich on light bread: 110
1 1/2 cups homemade veggie soup: ~135 (That's estimating really high)
15 minutes on treadmill: 170
Planned for later: 100 crunches, squats, and shadow boxing which equals about 87