Day 3 - Nearly Half Way

So far, day 1 was the hardest of them all.  Breaking the habit of simply eating when I'm bored (it's a wonder I'm not overweight).  Sarah made the mistake of missing breakfast, no matter how small it would have been, making her day 100 times harder than mine.

Day 2 I had to work, which in some ways was a blessing and others a curse.  I work above a food court, so all day I could smell so many delicious things.  On the other hand, I was too busy to think about how hungry I was and that made it a bit easier.  Sarah has just finished day 2, no news from her so far.

And now, it's day 3.  And I am hungry.  Really hungry.  My body is shaking and I can barely concentrate.  I counted my intake over the past 48 hours and have only had 3000 kilojoules.  For the Americans out there, that's 716 calories.

Here are some examples of the sorts of things we've been eating.

Dinner 100g rice, 50g chicken 20g carrot

Lunch - 2 tablespoons of tinned fruit      

Breakfast - a piece of home-made damper and a cup of unsweetened black tea

I've found the trick is tiny portions over the day.  It almost tricks my stomach into thinking I'm not hungry.

So wish us luck, and I'll check in again soon.

The Time Is Upon Us

The time has come for bravery, for comradeship, for... really empty stomachs.  Not even two hours into it and I am already struggling.  My breakfast was a thin slice of plain damper (made by yours truly - I'm a terrible cook so I'm really pleased it worked) and a cup of unsweetened black tea.  The damper slice would have been priced at around 10 cents (there are about 20 slices in a loaf of damper - the whole cost of making it was $1.50 and a very messy kitchen) and the tea bag was 8 cents.  So all in all, at least breakfast didn't throw me out too far for the day.

I'd just like to point out though, that it wasn't a lot of food.  A slice of damper is about 3cm (just over an inch) thick, and about the same high.  It's about 10cm's long.  The tea was the savour of the morning.  Damper is very plain, made with butter, water, and flour with a pinch of salt, traditionally cooked in a fire, however seeings as I'm fairly sure my landlord would not be okay with me lighting a camp fire in the house, I settled for an oven.

Now, Sarah lives in South Africa, and as I type this it's just hit midnight there.  I asked for her input.  She replied:

"It's bloody hard :( I can't eat my dark chocolate now, it's past 12."

So far, all preliminary indications point to a long and difficult week, all to raise money for Sanctuary for Kids.

To those who want to donate, please send funds direct to the paypal with the registered email manic.pixie1512@gmail.com with a little message.

Thanks to Tina who donated a couple days ago.  It means a lot.

Peace,

Emily and Sarah