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I'm only mostly dead
11/16/2007 09:37:12 / happy
8 a.m.
Day 2 of the fast is not moving as quickly as something named "fast" should.
Ah, well.
I didn't break last night and I'm not really hungry, actually. Psychologically, I'd like to eat something but even if I had a plate of Morning Star breakfast patties and Southern-style biscuits in front of me, I don't think I'd bite.
Even if that is one of my favorite breakfasts. Ever.
Anyway, at noon today, I will be halfway done. I'll keep you posted.
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9 a.m.
I just got a surge of energy and optimism. Maybe it's the half a cup of V8 (or, as I call it, Virtue Ate my reason). Maybe it's knowing that this is Friday, I am caught up, and I can sleep in tomorrow!
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9:45 a.m.
I just got smacked by my first food craving -- Smack ramen! Of all the things in all the world, I just want a dime package of chicken ramen, cooked down until the liquid is close to opaque.
Now that is a weird craving. I must have been in college too long. ( ;
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10:30-ish a.m.
After a coffee and just a little bit of cranberry juice, I am feeling awake and unhungry again. Amazing how it takes so little to satisfy the appetite.
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12:21 p.m., the second hour of doom
Woot!
I have officially made it half-way through the three-day fast.
Drinking juice, even diluted juice, feels a little like cheating. It's helping me stay on track, though, and avoid those dips in blood sugar that make it hard to concentrate.
Especially when I am being tormented.
Right now, my boss is eating what looks like a glorious lunch. The rich smell of chicken soup is wafting through the air and she has a plate filled with slabs of what look like mozarella, and Pringles to eat those slabs on.
I'll admit it: Longing seized me for a moment. But now it's gone, and eating seems unnecessary again. The smell was enough.
That said, I hope I can make it through the rest of today and all of tomorrow. If I do, there is curry waiting for me and some of my friends. We shall celebrate!
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1:17 p.m.
Monster stomach rumbles. I remember a time when that used to make me feel strong. Now, it just makes me reach for a muzzle ...
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3:34 p.m.
It's about thirty minutes before I usually call it a day, and I have to say that today hasn't been *that* hard but it definitely has left me exhausted.
It's been said that mental work (like writing) is more exhausting than physical. I'm not sure I agree that one is more exhausting than the other, but I definitely feel wiped.
I think that next time, I'll do a fast like this over the weekend, when work won't sap me -- and low blood sugar won't compromise the contributions I can make.
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