Yesterday, I was all telling Jill, "eh, it's only 12 more days of broccoli for breakfast... totally worth it!" I was all "rah-rah" abou it.
This morning, my tune is starting to change. This does indeed suck. It sucks so bad I can't even find the right word to describe the level of suckage.
I want to stick with it just to see what happens. I mean I'm not starving. I'm just not happy. I don't like broccoli that much, but it's convenient and nutritious enough when i only have a little time in the morning to get my breakfast ready. Unless I get up before the crack of ass, I don't have time to be water-stir-frying veggies with nice sauces and seasonings like I do at night. And I just don't FEEL like it anyway. Not in the morning.
And yeah, I'm whining and so what. Whine whine whine. I want my oatmeal. And I know I can have it any time I want, but I'm trying to be all disciplined and shit. I'm not going to crack on the last leg of this challenge if I intend on giving this my best shot at winning.
As far as achieving something with my body, I already won. I don't need a contest to prove that. However, NOW it's about the money. I have a good chance at winning $25K (or god, if I'm that lucky, the $100K grand champion prize, but I am not expecting that). What's a handful of days of food I wouldn't particularly call "tasty" for the chance at winning a good chunk of change?
For crying out loud... People subject themselves to eating live critters on Fear Factor and still go home empty-handed. So you see? It could be worse. I'm just subjecting myself to nauseating amounts of broccoli at times when things like syrup-drenched waffles, sugar-laden breakfast cereals or hot, "cinnamony" oatmeal are what I'd really like to be eating.
Eleven more days or death from a broccoli overdose. Whichever comes first.
Those BFL people might as well put my name on the check already. I'm not cracking. That prize is mine.
This self-pep-talk has been brought to you by SunTrust bank -- "eagerly awaiting a large deposit in the near future", and by Don Burrito Mexican Restaurant -- "eagerly awaiting my arrival for my celebratory meal".