Welcome to Fasting Day 2.0.
It’s nearly time to go home and I’m writing this surprisingly free from any discomfort. Fasting last week was a constant reminder of what I was doing without. This week ain’t so bad. Granted, I do get tastes in my mouth the way people get songs going through their head. A while ago, it was spicy tuna roll… yummmm…. At the moment – or, at least, until I just wrote that – it’s last night’s chicken, which I seared and then coated with a homemade tomato/barbeque sauce and baked for 20 minutes. The chicken stays very moist and it’s incredibly easy to make without a bunch of processed junk.
I’m sorry. Where was I? Oh, yes. I’m not thinking about food as much.
Fasting isn’t nearly as difficult as I thought but very fulfilling, ironically enough. Not only does it help me relate to my world more directly – I’m not so preoccupied with what I’ll eat in a few hours – it also helps me think clearer about the food I’ll eat after. For instance, last Thursday, rather than make a pig of myself, I actually found myself eating less because I understood I didn’t need as much. By the weekend, I was once again horribly overfed but fasting did provide me with a more attuned mental state.
This is all very strange to me, though. If someone had told me that I would be doing this, even as recently as a few months ago, I would think them strange. But many priorities are changing and I think some of that has to do with my dad’s fading health and the idea that Vicky may soon be pregnant… yes, by me. I mean, I’ll always love ice cream but I think I’m becoming less obsessed by it, which has to be a good thing.