"Hungry Like The Wolf"

Whew. Day one of my fast, known commonly as the "lemonade diet," is nearly complete.

The results?

I can now levitate my body, I can control objects through mental telepathy, and I have the power to kill a yak from 200 yards away with MIND BULLETS!

I sense your skepticism. To that I say, don't make me make you slap yourself.

While preparing for this fast, I was extremely curious as to what it would be like. As I mentioned last week, I've rarely missed a meal in my 30 years. I've gotten by on little more than ramen noodles and refried beans, but missing a meal was a concept I wasn't comfortable with.

Nearly 24 hours into this, I've already realized what is going to be the toughest part — no cereal in the morning. I think I could do without my left hand, my eyebrows and my ears more easily than I could forgo my usual bowl of carbohydrates and soymilk.

But, as with others I've spoken with who have undergone this particular fast (and despite the Duran Duran song title I went with for a title today) I don't really feel all that hungry — though I suppose the crystal meth in the lemonade takes care of the appetite. As I'm composing this entry, Stacey and Connor are eating dinner just a few feet away. While they're jabbering on about peanut butter, ice cream and whatever else they're stuffing in, I'm feeling a bit nauseaus at the mere mention of food.

I have no idea how long this will go on, but this much I know: at least I have ready blogging material for a few days.