Comp gathers, and now my cut begins. It shall not end until my weigh-in. I shall take no dessert, hold no snacks, steal food from no children. I shall wear no napkins and win no eating contests. I shall live and starve at my post. I am the mouth in the darkness. I am the eater on the walls. I am the hand that guards the realm of food. I pledge my life and hunger to the Weight's Watch, for this meal and all the meals to come