I’m fasting today. According to the Church, that means one meal and possibly two little ones more, but the sum of the two little ones shouldn’t be equal to the main meal. (Wow. So specific. Sometimes the Church’s rules remind me of the rules I make for my boys. Specific, simple, doable. Right?)
I’ve never fasted before.
May I say I suck at it? I don’t really like to eat much, especially lately, but when I can’t eat, all I want to do is stuff my face. I realize that isn’t a new thought, but it’s a true one!
I hadn’t realized how much candy I eat throughout the day. Just here and there, a mint, a jelly bean, a snickers bar. Not today. Imagine this as a weight loss program. No snacks and portion control. Oh wait! That is a diet plan.
I’m in solidarity with those who are hungry through no choice of their own. While I’ll have to worry about forgetting and grabbing a snack accidentally, their cupboards will be bare. While my kids are antsy and filled with a great variety of foods, their children are hungry and lethargic. Their children probably don’t even whine anymore–there is no food to be had.
Oh thank you, Jesus that my house is filled with food. That my children are happy, well fed and even occasionally obnoxious. That I can sit and eat an entire candy bar after my children are asleep (not that I should but that I could).
P.S. Though you can have as much to drink as you’d like, I’ve decided that coke is directly opposed to the spirit of fasting. Darn.