Pkin is striving for a helicopter ride without the big guy price premium. He needs to be 250 or less in clothes. For the past month he's been starving himself ... oh I mean, watching his caloric intake.
It's been working; he's definitely smaller now.
This morning he told me that if he drinks diet bottled green iced tea his hunger vanishes. He said this with such a gleeful smile and a glint in his eye, I'm going to have to monitor the commodes for telltale signs of puking.
It's nine days before we board the plane and about 12 before we face the helicopter.
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