Weight:
1-17 > 171 lbs
1-19 > 169 lbs
1-21 > 168 lbs
1-23 > 166 lbs
1-24 > 165 lbs
1-26 > 161 lbs
1-27 > 161 lbs
1-28 > 161 lbs
Total trips to the bathroom in the sitting position in ten days: 82
Worst I felt: day 11
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Day 11: Done
DONE!! Yesterday was day 10... boy it feels good.
I only drank one drink yesterday (instead of 2) and it was with only 5 tbsp of syrup because we ran out. Today I feel very weak, the worst I have felt throughout the whole fast. But this morning after drinking my tea, I got to sip on some orange juice. Sweet Jesus, it was so good! As I type this I am enjoying my second OJ of the day. Life is good.
Tomorrow, OJ for breakfast, Raw Fruits & Veggies for lunch, and for dinner I am going to make a big pot of Miso vegetable soup. I can't wait. Then by Thursday I will be able to eat pretty much whatever I want. I am so excited.
This whole thing was really an amazing process, facinating. In doing this, I really proved something to myself. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't the hardest thing I've ever done either. All that said, I am so looking forward to eating all those things I was craving over the last 10 days and also having a solid poop (still never came up with a better word than that).
I have developed such a huge respect for good food, you wouldn't believe. Orange juice never tasted so good!
Went: 82 times
I only drank one drink yesterday (instead of 2) and it was with only 5 tbsp of syrup because we ran out. Today I feel very weak, the worst I have felt throughout the whole fast. But this morning after drinking my tea, I got to sip on some orange juice. Sweet Jesus, it was so good! As I type this I am enjoying my second OJ of the day. Life is good.
Tomorrow, OJ for breakfast, Raw Fruits & Veggies for lunch, and for dinner I am going to make a big pot of Miso vegetable soup. I can't wait. Then by Thursday I will be able to eat pretty much whatever I want. I am so excited.
This whole thing was really an amazing process, facinating. In doing this, I really proved something to myself. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't the hardest thing I've ever done either. All that said, I am so looking forward to eating all those things I was craving over the last 10 days and also having a solid poop (still never came up with a better word than that).
I have developed such a huge respect for good food, you wouldn't believe. Orange juice never tasted so good!
Went: 82 times
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Day 9: 11:30 am
I am in the middle of the salt water flush as we speak. No matter how many times I have done it it is still a bizarre feeling to have the water flush right through you. Roto-rooter style.
weight: 161
gone: 68
weight: 161
gone: 68
Friday, January 25, 2008
Me vs. Mark McGwire
You may ask why I feel the need to cleanse myself in such a way. This is a good question, I offer you this as exhibit A.
The year was 1998, I was in the last semester of college, Bill Clinton was in the White House, I didn't know anyone who owned a cell phone and I had never heard of Al Qaeda or a blog. Life was good.
The place was East Lansing, I was working like a dog in an attempt to "finish strong" in my university studies. The wonderful home run race of 98 was going on between Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa, people of all ilks were again celebrating the national pastime. In my scholastic frenzy, nutrition was not high on my list of concerns and was trumped by convenience. This being said, there was a Taco Bell on the way from school to my house and another 1/2 block from that flop house where several of my friends lived, which served as my second home. I ate at Taco Bell a lot.
I think it was sometime in September, that I decided to do something to feel a part of this historic home run race that was playing out in front of the nation. I decide to start chasing Mark McGwire. What? you say. No I didn't take to the back yard with my fungo and try hitting the ball over the fence. I went more with something that at the time was my strength. Like I said before, I ate at Taco Bell a lot.
The way I look at it the Nachos Bell Grande is the Home Run of the Taco Bell menu. You guessed it, I started eating Nachos Bell Grandes in an attempt to catch Mark McGwire. When I started Big Mac was way ahead of me, but I didn't care, I had a heart of gold and a cast iron stomach. I was going to catch Big Mac.
It was really easy, actually. I would just grab a Bell Grande for lunch as I was going to class and then one on the way home for dinner. I didn't tell anyone about this until I got past the 10 mark, but then I took it public to my friends. This is when I really started to make up some ground on Big Mac. My friends, being the type that can recognized a great idea, jumped fully behind me. It was around this time that I at 6 Nachos Bell Grandes in a 36 hour window.
The whole time that I was doing this people would cringe upon hearing about my history chasing. They would say, "how can you do that to yourself?" Honestly, it didn't phase me one bit. It was sub par food, yeah, but it wasn't the worst thing in the world. I mean, I once ate a whopper (note: I now have a standing boycott of Burger King) that had been sitting out on our living room table for 2+ days in the August. Once, for an entire week I ate nothing but a noontime meal of the #3 at McDonalds (note: I no longer eat non-breakfast at McDonalds) because I had no money and it was cheap and the super size will take you a long way. So really this little "Chasing History" thing that I was doing was not that big of a deal to me.
My friends and I dreamed up senecios where I would write letters to Taco Bell telling them of my story, they would love it and fly to East Lansing with their Taco Bell helicopter and tell me over a free Bell Grande that they wanted to feature me in a TV ad. The ad would be so well received that eventually I would replace that damn Chihuahua and be their spokesperson. The Jared of Taco Bell, if you will. In the transition commercial, I would have the pleasure of punting the little dog into fast food spokesanimal oblivion. We had it all worked out and looking back, it probably would have happened, if we'd just written that letter.
In the end, I didn't catch Mark McGwire. His head start was just too great. My final total was somewhere in the low 30s, 32 or 33 perhaps. I know that when you pro-rate the race between me and McGwire, I blew him away, no contest. But I wasn't bitter, especially in hindsight, now knowing that McGwire was using the steroids. I can truthfully say, I was not using steroids. Other performance enhancing drugs perhaps, but no steroids. I left that race knowing that on a level playing field I could eat more Bell Grandes than McGwire could hit dingers. And really, that is all I needed.
As time went by my attention to nutrition slowly grew to the point where I cared what I put into my body. Now looking back at my historic Bell Grande binge it isn't something that I would entertain again. But you can't change the past and I take pride in the fact that for a couple weeks in the early autumn of 98 there were few people on this earth that could put away a Nachos Bell Grade like I could.
The year was 1998, I was in the last semester of college, Bill Clinton was in the White House, I didn't know anyone who owned a cell phone and I had never heard of Al Qaeda or a blog. Life was good.
The place was East Lansing, I was working like a dog in an attempt to "finish strong" in my university studies. The wonderful home run race of 98 was going on between Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa, people of all ilks were again celebrating the national pastime. In my scholastic frenzy, nutrition was not high on my list of concerns and was trumped by convenience. This being said, there was a Taco Bell on the way from school to my house and another 1/2 block from that flop house where several of my friends lived, which served as my second home. I ate at Taco Bell a lot.
I think it was sometime in September, that I decided to do something to feel a part of this historic home run race that was playing out in front of the nation. I decide to start chasing Mark McGwire. What? you say. No I didn't take to the back yard with my fungo and try hitting the ball over the fence. I went more with something that at the time was my strength. Like I said before, I ate at Taco Bell a lot.
The way I look at it the Nachos Bell Grande is the Home Run of the Taco Bell menu. You guessed it, I started eating Nachos Bell Grandes in an attempt to catch Mark McGwire. When I started Big Mac was way ahead of me, but I didn't care, I had a heart of gold and a cast iron stomach. I was going to catch Big Mac.
It was really easy, actually. I would just grab a Bell Grande for lunch as I was going to class and then one on the way home for dinner. I didn't tell anyone about this until I got past the 10 mark, but then I took it public to my friends. This is when I really started to make up some ground on Big Mac. My friends, being the type that can recognized a great idea, jumped fully behind me. It was around this time that I at 6 Nachos Bell Grandes in a 36 hour window.
The whole time that I was doing this people would cringe upon hearing about my history chasing. They would say, "how can you do that to yourself?" Honestly, it didn't phase me one bit. It was sub par food, yeah, but it wasn't the worst thing in the world. I mean, I once ate a whopper (note: I now have a standing boycott of Burger King) that had been sitting out on our living room table for 2+ days in the August. Once, for an entire week I ate nothing but a noontime meal of the #3 at McDonalds (note: I no longer eat non-breakfast at McDonalds) because I had no money and it was cheap and the super size will take you a long way. So really this little "Chasing History" thing that I was doing was not that big of a deal to me.
My friends and I dreamed up senecios where I would write letters to Taco Bell telling them of my story, they would love it and fly to East Lansing with their Taco Bell helicopter and tell me over a free Bell Grande that they wanted to feature me in a TV ad. The ad would be so well received that eventually I would replace that damn Chihuahua and be their spokesperson. The Jared of Taco Bell, if you will. In the transition commercial, I would have the pleasure of punting the little dog into fast food spokesanimal oblivion. We had it all worked out and looking back, it probably would have happened, if we'd just written that letter.
In the end, I didn't catch Mark McGwire. His head start was just too great. My final total was somewhere in the low 30s, 32 or 33 perhaps. I know that when you pro-rate the race between me and McGwire, I blew him away, no contest. But I wasn't bitter, especially in hindsight, now knowing that McGwire was using the steroids. I can truthfully say, I was not using steroids. Other performance enhancing drugs perhaps, but no steroids. I left that race knowing that on a level playing field I could eat more Bell Grandes than McGwire could hit dingers. And really, that is all I needed.
As time went by my attention to nutrition slowly grew to the point where I cared what I put into my body. Now looking back at my historic Bell Grande binge it isn't something that I would entertain again. But you can't change the past and I take pride in the fact that for a couple weeks in the early autumn of 98 there were few people on this earth that could put away a Nachos Bell Grade like I could.
Day 8: 10:30 am
A month ago, if you would have told me that I could have gone a week without eating food, I would have finished my cheeseburger and then punched you in the stomach. I have now made it over a week with no chewing, and I feel great. I am not going to lie, I am looking forward to eating next week, but I don't really have a real hunger.
This ranks up there with the time I rode in the back of a Pickup for 25 hours straight. Got in in Naples, Fl after drinking a ice tea and eating a roll of sprees and I didnt get out for 25 hours until I was in Detroit.
gone: 57
This ranks up there with the time I rode in the back of a Pickup for 25 hours straight. Got in in Naples, Fl after drinking a ice tea and eating a roll of sprees and I didnt get out for 25 hours until I was in Detroit.
gone: 57
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Day 7: #50!
I hit #50 this morning... and I have to tell you I feel like the chancellor of poop town.
In a 24 hour period from Tuesday at noon to Wednesday at noon I went 18 times! I can tell you friends, I don't recommend this.
I am not really hungry at all, yesterday I drank only 1 nalgene of the drink and I didnt have any hunger at all. I am licking my chops at the thought of all the wonderful soups that I am going to make after this is all done. And Hummus, I want me some hummus.
weight: 166
gone: 50
In a 24 hour period from Tuesday at noon to Wednesday at noon I went 18 times! I can tell you friends, I don't recommend this.
I am not really hungry at all, yesterday I drank only 1 nalgene of the drink and I didnt have any hunger at all. I am licking my chops at the thought of all the wonderful soups that I am going to make after this is all done. And Hummus, I want me some hummus.
weight: 166
gone: 50
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Day 6: noon
Ever wonder what would happen to your butt if you went to the bathroom 47 times in 5+ days? Well, I can tell you exactly what, and it aint pretty. Holy Jesus! But hey, what should I expect when cayenne pepper is 1/3 of my diet. Much more of this and my eye color is going to change.
Did the salt water wash again this morning. Flush is the correct term too.
In the last 24 hours I have done all of the following:
Happily made use of the Target bathroom.
Had to get out of the shower (quickly) to go to the bathroom.
Seriously thought about putting a sponge in my butt.
Been meticulously planning my daily menu for next week.
Did the salt water wash again this morning. Flush is the correct term too.
In the last 24 hours I have done all of the following:
Happily made use of the Target bathroom.
Had to get out of the shower (quickly) to go to the bathroom.
Seriously thought about putting a sponge in my butt.
Been meticulously planning my daily menu for next week.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Day 5: 11:20 am
Day 5 finds me feeling a bit weird. Kind of like before the big #22 storm hit.
Using organic Lemons now and the mixture isnt as sweet. besides that just another day with no food.
The whitest Ethiopian you know.
gone: 28
Using organic Lemons now and the mixture isnt as sweet. besides that just another day with no food.
The whitest Ethiopian you know.
gone: 28
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