Still here

This weekend was the toughest period yet. I didn't have to attend any functions where they were eating but everything I smelled from Friday until Sunday smelled so delicious! I was tired of salad, tired of oatmeal, tired of granola, fruit and organic pasta sauce. Potatoes helped but what I wanted was a good ol' fashioned rib! I haven't even eaten meat in years but my body seemed to be recalling all types of wonderful, culinary goodness I've had throughout my life. I would've settled for some cream of crab soup.

I was fed up. I'd had it with this fast. All type of excuses were evolving. "I'm sure a lot of people have already slipped by now." and "Am I being too strict?"

People fast for different reasons and at different levels. When this fast started, I'd decided what I was going to do and what I would avoid. It doesn't really depend on what everyone else is doing. If I was the only one fasting, I'd still finish it. For me this fast is about regaining control of myself and I shouldn't be surprised that parts of me have organized protests.

This is the last week of the fast. There are less than 10 days left and my record is still intact. It's not getting any easier but as far as my appetite goes...."I'm still the boss of me".