I came home from yoga feeling exhilarated but famished, as usual. I juiced a cucumber and a few slices of watermelon (knowing that one “shouldn’t” mix melon with any other fruit/veg, so say the experts). Drank it, felt sated, but got hungry around 9:15. Watched my family eat mocha chip ice cream, so I ate a raw dinner I’d sliced up for myself early yesterday afternoon. I didn’t want it to go to waste (raised on depression era values) and, besides, it’s best to transistion gradually into a fasted state. Yes, they’re excuses, but it’s the truth. I tend to go to extremes (which is probably why I like fasting in the first place), so it’s important for me to remember that transition is necessary and far healthier than plunging in head first. At least, it is when fasting. Today was an initial test of will, and I did okay. Tomorrow, it’s full-throttle fasting, no excuses. I’m armed with my fruit, veg, juicer, and iron-strength will.
