I weighed myself today (I know that was dumb), I’ve only lost ½ a pound so as soon as I find a sturdy enough rafters I’m going to hang myself from them. Not really, calm down, that’s way too much work, I’ll probably just eat myself to death. Today was a better day energy wise, but not much, and that’s only because I drank three 16 ounce cups of black tea and yerba mate`. I feel like this diet thing is going to have to get harder in order for it to be effective, which means I’ll have to start counting and tracking things (that’s like a whole other job in itself [I don’t know if you’ve picked up on this, but I don’t like to work]).
So I guess there’s nothing all that special about yesterday.
P.S. Here’s what I ate on Day 17:
Lunch: sandwich, yogurt, “Mary’s gone crackers” w/ kefir, nuts
Dinner: baked chicken w/ feta cheese and broccoli
P.P.S. Is there a special rope one should use to hang one’s self?
P.P.P.S. suicide is never funny; I should be ashamed of myself