I survived the toughest part of the program – the day of fast. Could I do it any longer than a day? I doubt it.
Was it spiritual? Not in the least. I did not meditate or get into reflecting on my past. I already went that route with my life coach for the past 16 weeks so I didn’t feel the need to do it again. To me, it was just a day without what I am most passionate about – food.
I was hungry in the morning but by the time late afternoon and evening rolled around, I had myself convinced that I had come this far and really didn’t need to eat. A few times when I thought that I wanted to eat, I drank the Cranberry juice mix. It helped curb the hunger until the next wave. I am very disciplined so I knew that I would survive. Did I enjoy the “experience” – not at all.
What did I learn from it?
I missed cooking new recipes this weekend and the social aspect of eating with friends on Saturday night. I can give up a lot…just not that.
I will be happy when Wednesday comes and I can eat anything I want. It will not be a hamburger and French fries. It will also not be Kale.
I will have a celebratory plate of eggs and vegetables in the morning. See, I am already planning my next meal. Once a foodie always a foodie!
8 days down and 3 to go!
Bon Appetit!
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