Last Supper

So there used to be a website run by the Texas Death Row people - Department of Justive or whatever - which documented final meal requests. They took it down about 5 years ago, but google it - seriously "final meal request" + texas, some necro weirdo must keep a copy cached somewhere. Anyway, I remember stumbling across it years ago, and being morbidly fascinated by what people chose to eat as their absolute last meal. Being the South, there was always a lot of fried chicken, corn-bread, peach cobbler etc. Some people chose to eat nothing.

Anyway - my reason for mentioning it is that I've just attempted my last meal for a week. And wasn't hungry damnit. Me! The person who thought hobbit-style 8 meals a day didn't quite cover it! So - final day of eating and I've had 2 liver flush drinks... And 2 small portions of steamed vegetables. And 2 pineapple juices (v nice). I am going to sta-harve starting tomorrow. I remember once telling my Dad I was 'starving' hungry, and he said this: "Kate, you know that camels go into the desert, without water, but they manage to live off what they have stored in their hump? The humps actually shrink - when the supplies have really depleted the hump can even fall over to one side. They really can survive for long, long stretches on reserves they've buillt up". I remember clearly saying "aaaaand what are you implying, exactly?", and he just smirked and said nothing. I also recall asking him if my butt looked big in a certain pair of trousers, and his reply was "It's not the trousers.". Anyway, I don't exactly think there's any danger of me fading away any time soon, but I LOVE food. 7 days without chewing anything. ai ai ai.

Things I noted today:

* the King of Thailand bear an uncanny resemblance to Emperor Percival Tacheon, Supreme Ruler of the Kragmites. From Ratchet+Clank III on the PS3. Heathens: google image search. It really is quite incredible. Doppelganger ahoy!

* the resident Doctor here speaks just like Mr Mackie from South Park - he "m'kay"s every 5 words. I am struggling to keep Eric Cartman-isms from escaping my lips. I even hummed the Cheesey Poofs commercial earlier to stifle myself.

* House MD - thanks to Ed and Decs! I have watched 2 episodes and it's good. Like Gray's Anatomy without the high-pitched whining.

* if I play my cards right, on day 3-7 of the fast, I'm allowed a wheat-grass shot every day. Mmmmm. Wheatgrass. Yum.

* things here are quite nice and minimalist - not tons of junk everywhere. It's the polar opposite of a place on girls weekend, when Tessa described our restaurant as being "decorated by a kleptomaniac".

Tomorrow (Monday) commences at 7am, when I will be drinking a combination of psyllium husks and bentonite clay. Apparently I have 4 of these drinks a day. Maybe eating soil will wash away the taste of the Wheatgrass I have to look forward to to day 3.

And again the rain is pelting down on the roof. It's been a beautiful - but rainy - day, very warm which has brought out the frogs. One of the little blighters nearly croaked, literally and metaphorically when I was not looking where I was going on my way home after dinner. Too busy rifling in my bag for an oxygen cylinder and Kendall sodding Mintcake. If I don't come home with a tan, there WILL be sulking.

Ah well. I have met more fellow suckers/fasters, and they're attempting to make me reconsider my defiance about going the whole hog. I'm so up for half-hogging this holiday, but there is very much a 'we're all in this together' attitude. BTW: for the innocent reader, whole-hog (err, my term, not the spa's) involves not only the not-eating, but also twice daily colemas - which is a polite way of saying that you shunt 16 litres of water up your ... I think I'm making myself clear. I've said I'll go along to the introductory video (or VDO as they insist on calling them here), tomorrow at 4pm. Likelihood of me changing my mind: ve-hery low.

I'm off to tend to my 4 mosquito-bites suffered while paying attention to Mr Mkay, then House MD, then zzzzzzzzzzzz.

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