The days leading up to it had me avoiding salt so I wouldn't bloat (and food so I wouldn't look fat either). Getting down to my filming weight is never fun. If I get hungry after like 6 or 7 at night, I just take an Ambien.
I had a friend trying to school me on what I was doing and it's detriment.
She said, "I think you have an eating disorder."
"Think...?" I replied.
Truth is half of Hollywood has an eating disorder. I don't throw up but I do limit calories, take A-lli, Phentermine and sleep aids to help keep my waist under 30. Don't come at me talking about how avocado is a "good fat." That's like saying Nice Murder. Just doesn't compute in my head.
I know what I'm doing may not be great for my body in the long run. But if I live to be 59 instead of 75, I'll be OK with that. The only thing my grandparents did at that age was play Bingo.
Speaking of, this week at Legendary Bingo, one of our celebrity guests was retired porn twink Robbie Angel. He brought along some whole folks with him including a porn actress who'd garned her industry nickname of The Anal Angel. I had no clue that ass fucking was rewarded with canonization of any sort. Angel my ass.
Our other guest was Estelle Harris who notably played George's mom on Seinfield. She's still spry at 75 years of age but it just seemed like a lot of work. If I ever reach 75, I want to enjoy the life a lot like my St. Bernard. Eating, shitting and drooling. And I won't eat "good fats" either.