Yesterday was Good Friday.  In the Catholic Church, you fast from eating meat.  My baby Barbara only drinks milk every day.  I decided what better way to fast, than to only drink milk all day long.  If babies could survive on just milk, so can I!

5:58 PM (Thursday)

I had a couple of burger sliders.  My last full meal for over 24 hours.  The Last Supper.

10:45 PM (Thursday)

I had a beer, followed by a glass of wine, wondering if I had made a mistake, in deciding to not eat at all this day.

I went to sleep, and then it was Milk Friday.

4:30 AM

I fed my baby a bottle of milk.  Normally at this time, I would have water, but instead I had a large glass of 1% milk.  Yum.

7:35 AM

I was feeding her again (mornings are my shift), and I had a mug of milk, with a dash of coffee in it.  This was the only time I would cheat all day.  I felt a bit hungry, because this is when I would normally have breakfast, so I just chugged more milk.

8:30-10:50AM 

I was out running some errands, did not eat or drink anything.

11:05 AM

I bought a gallon of whole milk, and another of 2%, thinking I would need some calories today.  If you’re gonna drink milk, you gotta do it right.

11:45 AM

Back at home, Baby Barbara had hiccups, which were making her cry.  I felt bad, and was getting more hungry, so I got myself a big glass of milk.

12:50 PM

I gave Babs a bottle.  I sure do want something besides milk.  Oddly, though, I’m not as hungry now.  The last big glass did a number on me.

1:17 PM

Babs and Bo were both laying on the ground next to each other.  I forgot that I hadn’t eaten all day.

1:18 PM

I had two glasses of milk.  I’ve never respected cows and their hard work more.

1:21 PM

I thought about having a cookie.  It was right there.  I didn’t.

1:41 PM

Baby Mama was feeding baby, so I had a glass of milk.  To be honest, this one didn’t taste good at all.  I’m not that hungry anymore.

1:42 PM

We’re going for a family walk.  I packed a bottle for Baby Barbara, and a water bottle full of milk for me.  I’m a man.

2:52 PM

We sat at Aroma Café, and I watched Baby Mama eat a salad that looked amazing.  I sipped on my milk.

3:40 PM

We’re back from the walk, and I am starting to understand why babies cry, and love to take naps.  This milk all day thing is starting to affect me.  I’m not necessarily hungry, but I have no energy, and I want more milk, and to take a nap.  I also found myself getting a bit cranky.

4:02 PM

I just fed Baby Barbara a bottle of milk.  Milk everywhere.  I’m going to go take a shower…of milk.

4:18 PM

Just took a shower and now I feel full.  Not even kidding.  Who needs food when you have milk!

4:30 PM

Baby Mama, Baby, and I lay down for a nap.

4:54 PM

Baby was fussing, so I woke up.  I went to the fridge for some you know what.

5:08 PM

Baby Barbara is cranky, probably because she has only eaten milk all day… I just heated up some milk with a hint of coffee to wake me up.  I want to be less cranky.

5:50 PM

In ten minutes, it will be 24 hours since my last meal.  Why am I doing this, I ask myself..  Then I think, this isn’t all that bad…milk is all you need.

6:45 PM

Oddly, the last hour I haven’t even thought about the whole milk thing.  Why ever eat again, when I can just drink milk?  I’m gonna go get a glass.  By the way, I’m on to whole milk.  Want to make sure I’m not losing weight.

7:01 PM

It has been over twenty four hours since my last solid food.  Hey, my baby’s doing it, and its no big deal…  Should I have dinner, or just wait until midnight to say I did it? I’m not exactly hungry…  Time to sip some milk.

8:05 PM

Doing laundry, and just gave our baby a bath.  Then I realized I should be eating something…more milk.  Just took the photo from below…no I haven’t been drinking out of a bottle all day…just half the day.

8:37 PM

Baby is fine.  Dad is fine.  Both are calm.  We are about to start the movie, “Everybody’s Fine.”

8:46 PM

I just changed a diaper full of matured milk.

9:35 PM

I could eat something now.

10:40 PM

Finished the movie, really depressing, getting hungry.  If I go to sleep now, it will all be over when I wake up!

10:52 PM

I just brushed my teeth, don’t know why…they’ve never been whiter.

10:54 PM

Seriously no need to floss at all.

11:20 PM

We go to sleep.  It is almost over.  I feel bad for Baby Mama.  I probably have had some pretty weird milk breath all day.

12:20 AM (Saturday)

Baby Mama wakes up to feed the baby.  I realize that it is the next day, and I can go eat.  But I don’t.  I’m too tired.

4:08 AM (Saturday) 

I’m awaking, feeding my baby girl, and I eat a granola bar, and a banana, along with a glass of water.  Still don’t have much of an appetite, but I thought I should eat something.

8:35 AM (Saturday)

As I’m revising this, I wonder if I have caused permanent damage?  Still not that hungry…

To recap:

Thursday – The Last Supper

Friday – Milk Friday

Saturday – Still no appetite.

Easter Sunday – Maybe my appetite will rise again?milkfriday