Day 3

Man, this shit is hard. But I've been really good so far, and I'm proud of myself. Four godawful protein shakes a day, plus a gross faux power bar thingie. That's it. Ray says he's worried I'm starving myself to death. Well, yes, I am starving myself, but I assure you not to death. I've got far too much insulation for anyone to be worried about that.

Crap, now I can't remember what time I'm supposed to have my next shake. With the bonkers fashion week hours and no sleep, I'm all kerfluffled.

Dear Internet,

I don't know that anyone actually reads this, but in order to force a teeny bit of discipline on myself, I am going to chronicle...my diet. Hideous and boring and maybe too much information, but dammit, I feel like if there's a public record, maybe I'll be held slightly accountable.

So, tomorrow, it starts.

Goodbye, cupcakes.