Tomorrow is the Big Day. The weigh in. Having already established that I plan on giving the money to some charity, I really no longer care about that - just victory. Victory over myself, the people that kept up the refrain “if you don’t eat you wont lose any weight,” the people that didn’t think I could control by impulses and, most importantly myself.
I have been taking laxities for a few days now and just POOPING my guts out. I also haven’t had anything to eat all day and won’t be eating until after the weigh in. I’m also going to stop drinking fluids in about 30 minutes. 40 hours without food and 16 hours without water… I’m also planning on doing a 58 minute workout just before the weigh in.
Victory or Death.
I anticipate seeing Jesus. Or at least going slightly crazy. Permanent damage is possible. I’m already noticing. Yesterday I had a salad, which I promptly shat out with the power of Ex-Lax. I mean… what happens when you deny yourself these things for so long? I don’t think I ever have even tried something like this. Not drinking anything AND working out. It doesn’t really seem safe, to be honest… but I KNOW it’s possible and I WILL win. There’s no alternative.
You shall see me home on the shoulders of my men with the heat of victory pounding in their hearts or you shall see them cary me in a box to lay me down in the Earth. I’ve come to understand defeat only by reputation and we will never become acquainted, I can assure you that. I shall know Victory or I shall know Death. There can be no other way.
