Today is the day I begin a thirty-day water fast. It might seem extreme to forgo food for thirty days, but what can I say? I am a woman of extremes. Besides, it has been done before. In fact, there was a man who did forty days. If he can do it, I can do it.
Anything you can do, I can do better…
I am forty-five years old. I’ve always been able to hear the ticking of time going by, but the ticking has become louder of late, and I don’t want to waste any more time. No more wasted time on stress binge eating, no more wasted time on the pain in the joints resulting from the stress binge eating induced weight gain. No more time wasted on wishing I had the energy to do all the things I want to before time really does run out.
I want control over my mind, and I’d like that mind to be clear. And with that control and clarity, I want to tap into something perhaps more spiritual.
Also, I really, really, really want to fit into the Old Navy Mid-Rise Rock Star Supper-Skinny jeans!!!
There is also the added pressure of being a member of Healthy Wage, and I have precisely 29 days to lose 65 pounds. If I do, then I get $2000. If I don’t, it cost me approximately $1400 to gain twenty pounds.
An impossible goal, you say?
We shall see.