And so it biggens

The contest between Alice and me begins today. And while I was sleeping in, thereby minimizing the possible hours for me to eat today, Alice was being tempted by foreign pastries, getting ready for a visit from her parents, and soliciting diet suggestions. I don't mean to get cocky, but clearly I'm ahead of the game here. I'm avoiding alcohol for the next few weeks, am cutting out deep fried foods from my diet, eating more fresh fruit, and exercising six days a week. What could possibly go wrong there? The only thing I have to do is summon more willpower and discipline than ever before in my life, and sustain that for approximately six weeks. That's only forty-two days. A mere 1008 hours, a piffling 60,480 minutes, a measly 3,628,800 seconds. A trifle really. A piece of cake. Ha! Get it? Trifle? Cake? Mmm, cake.

Dammit! No! Must not think of how long that really is, must think of winning, mustn't think of delicious cake.

This may be harder than I thought. I'm off to bed.