I thought I was doing great. It was 6:00 on day three, and I hadn't eaten a single thing. Fasting seemed beautiful. But then my dad called. "Make sure you eat dinner tonight," he repeated for the third time. They were on to me.
I cooked myself 62 calories of spinach pasta, ate it... a little bit of oatmeal... and I was bad. I didn't say no to the ghram cracker cake that they had especially cooked for me. Or the wine. In the end, I must've had at least 700 calories. Which was my entire allowance for the three days, two of which I'd spent fasting.
At least I played hard-core basketball for a couple hours. That should even the score.
Still...What a waste.
Anyway, today is my 400 calorie allowance day. Wish me luck. Or don't.
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