If I was going to fail, it was going to be Day-12.
This is not to say that not eating solids has been fun or easy. Frankly I know that the next next 30 odd days will be full of low points. Not eating solids sucks, it's hard and not fun. My body is doing weird things. I never feel full and I'm constantly tempted to shove stuff into my taste hole.
However, today I truly toyed with the idea of eating.I thought about just quitting what I'm doing, I thought about blending pizza, I thought about taking a Mini Easter, I thought about why... I do not have any problem with the Catholic practice of each Sunday between Ash Wednesday and Good Friday being a Mini Easter, it is how they do it and it works for them. What I am doing is working for me - my journey, my rules.
I think it is good that it was hard day. I think it was good for me that it was a day full of doubt. I think that between the toasted bagels, leftover cupcakes, cold pizza screaming for mustard, pot roast roasting from 8:00 AM, twice backed potatoes, roasted broccoli and orange sherbert my day should have involved food, but it did not.
I have a buddy who gave up sweets and soda for Lent. My buddy is Catholic and told me that on Sunday he drank a two liter and chowed down on cookies and candy by the handful. If that works for my buddy, more power too him. If I ate solid foods on Sunday my body would hurt on Monday and I'd be mentally beat up by Tuesday.
I still love watching the cooking channel - Dinners Drive-Ins and Dives is pure food porn.
Since we were across the state at my parent's house we did not make it to Church on Sunday. Jesus does not take attendance and I don't feel guilty when I miss a day here and there but I look at Church a lot like being at my parent's home. Even when I'm not there I know that it is home, but going there is never a bad idea.
Didn't have a scale - but surprise, surprise, my meals mostly included V8 & Slimfast.
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