I have yet another new story idea in mind for the story I’m now working on. I think I’ve finally figured out where I’m heading with it.

I woke up at 127 and of course I’m stuck. Today, though, I’ve been so hungry. It’s like my body wants to make up for the lack of eating I did yesterday. Why it’s so important to my body to hang onto its weight is still beyond me. Yesterday I had 500 calories and today I’m going to have around 1000. I’ll gain back a pound or two for sure. Especially if I don’t shit today.

The house in front has moved once again. We’re thinking that they’re going to be dumb enough to set it at ground level, judging by the tractor I saw parading around over there today, and I hope they do. That will give us added privacy. I hope the house is going to be set up where it’s currently at, too. We can barely see it and the front’s no longer facing us. If they’re going to blast music, we’re going to hear it no matter where they’re at, but knowing how most people and their animals hang out in the front of their houses out here, it should keep the people and the dogs more out of sight and out of sound. I’m also beginning to think this may be the only house to come over there after all, too. I just hope whoever sells it does just that – sells it and doesn’t rent it.

Later…

I ended up having about 1200 calories and gaining back 3 pounds. Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to try harder. Come grocery day I’ll get very, very little food. I realized another thing I can do to help myself and that’s not having the food around to give in to when the hunger strikes, just like it helped not having cigarettes around when I was quitting. Losing weight and quitting smoking are very similar in that the tools of destruction must be eliminated.