Above: The 330-calorie morsel that tortured my willpower before wrecking my carb fast.
11 a.m. I’m exhausted already so I cheat again and drink a Red Bull. I finally come to grips that the rumor about carbs is true – they completely zap your energy, which in turn forces you to increase your caffeine intake just to stay awake.
2:00 p.m. I venture downstairs during break to microwave my leftovers from last night and notice some envious glances from my sandwich eating sorority sisters.
7:30 p.m. Hooray! The first weekend of recruitment is finally complete. Never again must I wear a hideously ill-fitting red t-shirt tucked into my jeans like a soccer mom from the nineties, and for that I am eternally grateful.
8:00 p.m. I go to the gym despite my recruitment-induced fatigue and use the elliptical for 30 minutes and do a few crunches. I’m pretty sure my roommate thinks I’m crazy, but I can’t say I blame her – who wants to work out after two straight days of belligerent sorority bedlam?
9:00 p.m. I get another Pita Pit salad delivered – this time a side of Dijon mustard for dipping makes it much more flavorful.
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