Day-43: This...

I'm going to eat This tomorrow -

After I have the Body of Christ
It is a Bone in Cowboy Ribeye
It will come from Ruth's Chris 
It is delicious
It makes my mouth water looking at it
And I will not have soup as an appetizer


I have no focus tonight, nothing spiritual, nothing profound, no little nuggets of insight, no burning questions, just hunger and anticipation.

Seriously, 43 days without food - it's been annoying.

I have a childhood friend over right now and some Emmitt Mix (Emmit Mix defined here http://40wetdays.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-18-spice-crackers-spice-crackers.html ) is on the counter and I jokingly said, "I'll just have a handful, after all I've gone 43 days, what does one day matter?" To which he responded "Everything, it means everything, it is all the difference between success and a lifetime or remembering failure."  - True that. 

Anyways, no handful of crackers, no homemade garlic bread, no spaghetti, no salad, no snacks, no freaking solid foods of any kind.

I'm not malnourished. Each day I get adequate calories, protein, vegetables, fruits, minerals, nutritional value of all sorts, but still, I'm always hungry. If I spent the rest of my life doing this I would not die of malnourishment but would never feel full, it is a weird thing.

So far I've heard the following about myself:

• You look weirdly skinny (coworker)
• You look younger (sister-in-law)
• You walk around with an annoyed look on your face (boss)
• You look like you did when you got married (different sister-in-law)
• Your now better looking than me (different coworker)
• You look great (church member - though I thought I looked fine before)
• You look the same as always (friend)
• You look better with a defined jaw line (me, whenever I look in a mirror)

I'm excited for tomorrow. Like a kid on Christmas, it will be great.

Started the day at 186 LBS.