I did a fast this weekend, just in case anybody is interested.
It wasn’t a total fast, or a bread and water fast. Nothing but water, herbal tea, or vegetables (or low sodium V8, which is basically water and vegetables) till after sundown. And even after sundown, I tried to eat sensibly and not to excess.
Friday was pretty easy. Saturday was by far the toughest day of it, because I went with Jonna to the Fiber Festival again this year, and they had some lovely-looking desserts and cookies, and hardest of all to resist, coffee. But I was a good faster, and just went for some of Miss Jewel’s Autumn Herbal Tea. I paid for my resolve with a particularly nasty caffeine-withdrawal headache.
I officially (and unintentionally) broke the fast Sunday afternoon at my niece’s first birthday party. No cake, but I did eat two pieces of Papa John’s mushroom pizza and a small cup of soda before I remembered I was supposed to be fasting. I did at least refrain from the donuts and coffee at church.
But it was not by any means a failed effort. I think that the fast served the spiritual, physical and emotional purposes that I set out. By Sunday evening, I felt really renewed and refreshed, and got an excellent night’s sleep last night (good enough to get up earlier fairly easily.) It was well worth the literal and figurative headaches involved.
I feel more like myself than I have for a very long time. By Sunday evening, I was practically giddy while grocery shopping. Not a “brain damaged by lack of food” kind of giddiness, but a “wow, the world just seems so much brighter and clearer” sense of well-being kind of giddiness.