Here are my notes from the 3rd day of fasting…
Last night I got the most restful 8 hours of sleep I can remember. So restful that I slept through my alarm and had to call in late. When I woke up I felt pretty good but by 9am I was disoriented and moving slowly. My wife pointed out that my knees were dry and ashy. I have to remember to drink more water. I must also note that my body has a chill I can’t shake. I felt it last night too and had to turn down the ac – much to the dismay of my wife.
10:00am – 4:00pm
I’ve been pretty irritable all day today. My mind keeps wondering and I have trouble focusing on work. I’m also going to the bathroom every 45 minutes to poop or pee.
6:00pm
As the day wore on my body adjusted. My bowel movements became less frequent and smaller. I also felt less fatigued and only mildly irritable. The one thing that is annoying is the constant urinating. I think I’m peeing every 15 minutes.
9:00pm
So my wife asks me to make her a cup of tea. I walk into the kitchen and there, sitting on the counter, is a piece of smoked turkey sausage left over from dinner. I swear she’s trying to set me up! I stare at this thing while I prepare my wife’s tea. Temptation is grabbing hold of me and I can’t resist… I pop that bad boy in the microwave and peak over my shoulder to make sure the wife doesn’t see. “Honey, everything ok?” she asks. “Yes dear, I’m just heating up the water” I reply. (Microwave Ding) I pick up the sausage, take a whiff and sink my teeth into it. You know when you feel like your doing something really bad? Thoughts of the last 3 days flash through my mind. I chew a few times, savoring the flavor. C’mon man, how could I give up so easily? Guilt starts to set in. I take another bite …mmmm. I’m still chewing. This is the most delicious GRRRRRRRRRRR…… “Antonio what are you doing?” D’oh! My wife had snuck up behind me and was now looking at me with pity and disappointment. She didn’t have to say another word. I spit out the pieces in my mouth and threw away the rest.
10:00pm
“How’s your tea sweetie?” I ask. “Good. How’s your juice?” she replies.
