…on Monday. Have a great weekend! 😉
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I made it!!! Oh I could see the gates of heaven drawing nigh! I started to celebrate when I awoke only to realize I still had 17 more hrs. to endure. SERENITY NOW!!! I honestly think the 10th day was the hardest. Thoughts like, “You can have just ONE bite.” and “You made it to the 10th day. It’s okay if you stop now.”, were incessantly spinning throughout my mindspace. It’s so much easier when I’m at home because I can find a million and one things to do in my humble abode. But, noooo…it had to be a double shift day. That can only mean I will smell and see food on all 14 floors EVERY TIME I DO A SECURITY ROUND!!! Grrr I say…grrrr! I was smart enough to bring some cup-o-noodles with me to my midnight shift, so I could have something of substance (but not too much) the second a hunger pang struck after the stroke of midnight. When 12 a.m. came, I almost shouted hallelujah like that old lady from my childhood that used to elbow people (obliviously because she was under the spirit of course) that got in her way as she shouted up and down the aisles of the church for an hour (Father forgive me). However, there were cameras everywhere and I wasn’t in the mood to be fired for my brief moment of insanity. So, I quelched my scream of delight and savored my noodles. I would have kissed each one before partaking if those stinkin’ cameras weren’t there! Geez…can’t a girl have some privacy? No? I thought I’d ask. The noodles were great, I didn’t even need any salt or pepper! Woo-hoo! It’s almost as if I’ve been given a fresh set of tastebuds. Strange…but good. The doughnut guy came at 7 a.m. and although I could really care less about sweets, I’ve had a love affair with old fashioned glazed doughnuts since I was a little girl frequenting Dunkin’ Donuts before Sunday morning service in L.A. Hey…I HAD to eat it. It would have been wrong and totally going against tradition if I didn’t. Right?? No? Again, I thought I’d ask. It wasn’t that great anyway. It had a lemony taste to it for some reason and it was very heavy in my stomach. Ho-hum…that’s what I get for eating it. Still…I am the champion my friends…;) Shout-out to Queen!
I felt nearly victorious on day 9. Even though I messed up on day 7, I really didn’t think I’d have the willpower to make it to day 9. With the 10th day just around the corner, I felt like a sprinter running the last 100 yds. of a 400 yd. run. I was at the home stretch and I could smell the oh-so-sweet smell of victory right around the corner. I buckled down and drank my “lemonade” throughout the day with gusto while envisioning making it all the way to midnight on the 10th. Around midnight, I had to fight the urge to fill my mouth with solid food. I drank a huge glass of water and rocked myself to sleep. Figuratively that is…I was still slightly sane at that point. 😉