The first 10 days have passed. From it, I have experienced mush the same as a biker riding a 10-speed bicycle. At first, things were hard--life immediately in 10th gear. As momentum picked up, things got easier. In other words, the impossible seemed possible because it is.
I am writing this on the start of the 11th fast. I am in between making my food and thinking, and looking for my contact lenses. Before I know it, the day will be done, and I will have 18 more fasts to go. Eid will be here in no time, as will Ramadhan 2011.
I am writing "on the fly" and that is why the paragraphs are "journalistic" style. I promised myself today that I will write no matter what. I just hope that the quality of my writing is better than the quantity of words I am coming up with.
As I am passing this mile marker, I see that I spend a lot of time eating food. How much of that time was spent eating for fuel, rather than eating aimlessly?? I hope that the sticker shock of the "by the numbers" is enough to eventually shape my eating habits for the better. As for now, I have to eat--out of necessity, and not to pass time. Here's to a new day, and here's to the next one third.
this is another way to express "we eat to live, instead of we live to eat" hahahahaaa.....
ReplyDeletefasting really gives us deeply meaning about "cleaning and stopping"....
And of course "holding" yourself.....
looking forward reading another new posts in your blog Rickey!