Live Below The Line - Dia Uno

This week I'm taking part in the Live Below The Line campaign, where participants live on $2 worth of food for five days to raise money for people who live on less than that, for EVERYTHING, every day.
I decided to do this because, despite giving money to charity each month and sponsoring friends to grow moustaches, shave their heads etc, I have not actually RAISED money individually for a cause since I did the 40 Hour Famine in high school. Which I failed at, miserably. One cannot live on barley sugar alone, and it's stupid to make growing teenagers try. Damn you World Vision.

So, armed with vegie soup, a crapload of rice, some noodles and piddly rations of coffee, sugar, milk and even chocolate (thank YOU, Kmart dodgy old easter egg sale!), I embark on a tour of starvation and eating piss-poor boring same-old food for five days. You cannot beg, borrow, or steal, because market value of everything you eat must be accounted for.

Here's a pic of the soupy ricey casserole thing I had for dinner (after same soup for lunch and crappy homebrand noodles for breakfast):

Mmmm, slops!

For now, I'm feeling positive, not too hungry, and consoled by the fact that over a billion people worldwide suffer this fate all their lives. God knows, by Friday I could be weeping and chewing on my own skin and hair. Or, as I've told my workmates, cannibalising them because human flesh has no market value and therefore can be barbequed and dined on at leisure. Mmmmm, tastes like chicken....

Of course, none of this would be possible without the amazing people who have sponsored me to reach my goal of $1000 and beyond, which will go towards education and improved quality of life for kids in Papua New Guinea, Cambodia, and other countries where people cannot whinge about the price of that pretty pair of sparkly shoes they so desperately want, COS THEY HAVE NO SPARKLY SHOES GODDAMMIT.

If you haven't sponsored me and would like to get on board the Starving-Elisha-Is-Fun-Especially-When-She-Loses-Her-Shit train, click here. Only people who sponsor me are allowed to give me hell. I will be posting my descent into madness here each day, so come and join the ride. Post lovely, supportive comments (or evil, ra ra ra suffer, hope your guts hurt comments if you've been kind enough to sponsor me).

Here's to doing good in the world, it makes you feel awesome!


PS I may be somewhat distracted from hunger by today's arrival of my magical name-necklace. Having an unusual name, I have oft-whined about not being able to buy stupid crap that has my name printed on it like all the Rebeccas, Sarahs and Nicoles of this world. But now....IT IS MINE. To hang around my neck so drunk idiots can pretend they know me and I can deny it's my name at all. Sucks to you, Carrie Bradshaw!