I woke up this morning at 149.5 lbs. That means I've reached my first goal weight. I don't know how to feel about it. It's like a birthday. You wait up until midnight, eagerly awaiting midnight... and then the witching hour comes and you don't feel any differently. I don't feel lighter. In fact, I woke up this morning absolutely positive I'd gained. I don't think it's "real" weight. I've lost 3.5 pounds since Monday... that has to be water weight. I bought my reward anyway. It's a pretty purple new food journal. However, to encourage me to keep it up, I won't let myself write in it until I've been at 150 or lower for three consecutive days.
My fast is going well enough. 28 hours in, 20 to go. Tomorrow I leave for the state debate tournament, which means I'll be skipping lunch with the team. I don't think I can do that without looking super suspicious. Last time we ate out, I didn't order anything either. I might make this a 40 hour fast again... that way I can eat with the team and avoid those suspicions. Perhaps.
We're all meeting at A's house in about an hour to practice our pieces one more time before the tournament. I know for a fact there will be cookies... send me skinnies, lovelies. I'll need them. Sweets are my biggest weakness.
And I might have broken my three month streak of being cut free last night. Yeah...