Today I am coming off my fast. I get to drink OJ today. Orange juice and water. Apparently this is preparing my digestive tract to once again receive food. Don't ask me, I'm just on the cleanse. Tomorrow evening I can have soup. Yea, soup! What I really am fantasizing about is some grilled talapia drizzled with a mango sauce. The thought gets me super excited. I probably won't be able to eat this til Sunday or Monday, but a girl can dream, can't she?
My thoughts about my fast:
Crucial, crucial time time to do it. I needed to force focus on myself, as I snatch at whispers of truth, trying to wring meaning out of the smallest gesture. I've experienced immense amounts of energy, I have also felt as slow as a sloth (I'm assured this is a sign of detox). I have been irritable, and with little patience (about day 6 I wanted it to be over). This fast has forced me to have patience, made me diligent and proved the strength of my will. With which, I believe, I could knock over an army. It has stripped away any chance to emotionally overeat. It has made me face some of my demons, and I shook my fists in their face. I looked my obstacles in the eye, and they blinked before I did.
Last night and today I've been focusing on being thankful. Giving thanks and praise is like bathing your soul in clouds.
Umm, maybe that sounds weird but it's really great I swear.
Hooray for OJ!
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