Three days! Three whole days. Seventy-two hours of being fantastic! The first day was sheer hell, as I recorded. The battlefield was real! It sounds absurd to say the enemy was chocolate bars, bread, pastries, cookies, and ice cream marching at me—all bearing my name, in neon lights, no less. Absurd—but true! I swear, every yummy treat in town chants a siren’s song as I walk by it. But I beat them down. I shot them all full of holes. I didn’t buy a single sweet thing. I didn’t whip up one chocolate-chip cookie or one cake. I won that battle and I’m standing tall. In fact, I feel like running.