Day 5: It’s all about my tits.

This is it…last day of the fast. That whole 10-day idea? Pshaw, I
say. That’s for extremist, zealot, raw-food, obsessive types. Five
days is puh-lenty if you ask me. I actually feel pretty darned good.
My head feels clear, my neck actually feels better than it has lately
(how? how? I have no idea.). I don’t think I’ve lost any weight,
though. How can you not eat for five days and *not* lose weight? Well,
except my tits, of course. So unfair. Anyway, this whole fasting thing
has been interesting–sometimes annoying, sometimes downright
gross–but interesting. Oh, but why the subject line?

Well, today I had my first mammogram. Yikes. Nothing like being hungry
*and* having your tits squashed. My rather-with-it doctor recommended it as a “baseline” for something to compare future mammograms against (which I actually thought was a fabulous idea from a health perspective–not so fabulous from the “Hey, I thought I didn’t have to do this til I hit 40″ perspective). It wasn’t that bad, though. They give you these little metal pasties to put on your nipples, so there was some fun involved. S**** took me to the clinic and provided moral support, which really she owed me because she ate PIE A LA MODE in front of my face last night. 

So, tonight, I “get” to cook up a vegetable stew thingy. I bought all
these interesting beans to put in it. Including adzuki
beans…whatever those are. Tonight I can have the broth, and tomorrow
I get to eat the vegetables. So terribly, terribly exciting, I know.
At least I’ve spared you all the really gross details. Perhaps,
someday, over a glass of wine, in hushed tones, I will share. I know
you can’t wait.

I am never willingly giving up eating again.

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