Day Two

Perched at my desk, sippin' on my coffee, catching up on my overnight emails. Thought I'd take a moment to catch up on my HoodiaFast log.

It's 10 A.M. on the morning of day two. After how alert, focused and energized I was yesterday, I thought for sure I'd have problems sleeping last night. Nope. Feel asleep on the couch watching House, as per usual. Minnie Pearl roused me a couple times with her adorable sores and intermittent kicks. Nothing I couldn't overcome. Thought also I'd have some crazy dreams, sparked by the chemicals coursing through my system. Maybe some happy dreams, which would be a welcome change, since starvation usually begets euphoria towards the end. Nope, nothing out of the usual.

Went to the gym this A.M., and focused mostly on weights today since last night was a cardio frenzy. Again, no light-headedness, plenty of energy and focus. Slammed my SlimFast before the workout, just in case I needed the blood sugar boost. Felt great.

Here I am almost 3 hours after waking, and I have had no solid food since last night's crudite and protein. Not feeling hungry. Haven't felt a rumble yet.

Speaking of rumbles, without solid food packed in my system, I missing a couple different rumbles, if you feel me...

Got on the scale before the gym, and was 2.5 pounds lighter. That's 24 hours. Doubtful it's water weight, being as I drank my body weight in water yesterday. I tell you what, my skin will be a dream soon, if hydration has its say.

There's a floor mixer today after work. I ordered kegs and pizza. Digging down deep for the resolve to steer clear of both those demons and stay steadfast with my experiment. I don't want to taint my results.

Do you think I need a control in this experiment? Sandy D. offered. She's been hitting the gym hardcore-religiously lately, so she'd be an excellent addition to the plan. Sandy D., whaddaya say?

My jeans were annoying me all day yesterday, slipping down over and over. All women know what a fabulous feeling that is. Today, I am wearing a dress that's been hanging in my closet for months. Haven't worn it yet, cause when I got it home after a spend-a-thon, I decided it didn't look good enough on to wear just yet. Today, it's okay. Not its best, but okay.

10:15 now. Time to cut out and get some work shit nailed down.

Viva Viagra!